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atlabeth · 2 years ago

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unacceptable - anthony lockwood

summary: you and lockwood don't shy away from your relationship, even in your line of work. apparently, it hasn't gone unnoticed by your colleagues.

a/n: i guess i have a thing for british guys named anthony because uhhhh okay anyways enjoy this short little thing i wrote in one sitting to get used to mr lockwood

wc: 1k. feels weird writing something so short after my past exploits lol

warning(s): nothing all fluff

“Oh, thank you,” you said with a sigh of relief as Anthony brought two cups of tea over. You picked yours up and sipped it, your shoulders relaxing a bit as the liquid warmed you from the inside out. “We seriously need to fix the heating in this place. I feel like I’m constantly freezing to death.”

Lockwood chuckled and wrapped an arm around you, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “Is that better?”

“It always helps,” you said with a smile. “More than your tea, I think.”

“You’ll be happy to know I’ve already put in a call.” He rubbed your shoulder as he talked, his proximity alone helping with your chills. “It should be fixed by the time we’re done with this job at the end of the week.”

“Thank god,” you muttered as you took another sip of tea, and you leaned your head against Lockwood’s shoulder. “You’re the best.”

He hummed. “I try.”

“Alright,” a voice suddenly said, and your gaze moved to see George. “That’s enough.”

Anthony raised his eyebrows. “What?”

George said your and Lockwood’s names, his arms crossed as he stared at the two of you, “we need to talk.”

Your brows creased for a moment as you pulled away from Lockwood, though still keeping your hands intertwined as you leaned against the counter. “What about?”

“Your relationship is ruining this agency,” George said simply. “It’s unacceptable.”

Lockwood went as far as to laugh, his amusement barely concealed. “How do you think?”

“There is obvious favoritism going on here!” he exclaimed.

“Favoritism?” you repeated, this time laughing yourself. “That’s ridiculous.”

“No,” George said, shaking his head, “the only ridiculous thing is how unbalanced everything’s become since you two finally got together.”

“I hope you have examples,” Anthony said.

“Oh,” he laughed, “oh, I have examples. Starting with right now.” He gestured with his hands in the open air. “I’ve been complaining about the broken heating for almost two weeks to no avail. Your girlfriend suggests it, and suddenly it’s on its way to being fixed.”

Lockwood shrugged. “It’s just good timing. No biases.”

Lucy just happened to walk in at that point, her water bottle in her hand, and George’s eyes lit up.

“Lucy!” he exclaimed, turning his attention to her; she looked back with a faint smile as she stopped. “You’re on my side, right?”

“Your side for what?” she asked.

“That we’re ruining the agency with our love,” you said dryly. Anthony laughed and pulled you closer, to which George gestured blatantly with his hand.

“Right in front of us.” He shook his head dramatically. “It’s like you don’t even care about a professional environment.”

Lucy laughed, her eyes alight with amusement as she looked over at you two. “You do take an awful lot of time getting ready in the morning because you’re too busy fawning over each other.”

You felt the heat rush to your cheeks. “We do not.”

“I actually timed you this morning after you were particularly lovey-dovey yesterday,” George said. “You made us ten minutes late—I’m surprised we didn’t get a ticket trying to get over there in time.”

“Which we did, by the way,” you said. “We actually got there early. Our client praised us for our work.”

“Like you haven’t caused us to be late plenty of times,” Lockwood added. “We’re just enjoying each other’s company.” He gave George a look. “Which you encouraged us to do before we got together, if you remember.”

He frowned. “I did not.”

“You did,” Lucy piped in. “You told them that being around friends while you have them is especially important in this line of work.”

“Exactly!” George exclaimed. “They’re not exactly friends anymore, are they?”

“I’d say we’re friends,” you frowned. “Just because he’s my boyfriend doesn’t mean I don’t like him anymore.”

“And I certainly like her beyond a girlfriend,” Lockwood contributed.

“Alright, we are getting off-topic,” George huffed. “My second point of your obvious favoritism—” he leveled a look at Lockwood— “you always let her sit in the front seat.”

He shrugged. “Seniority. She’s been here the longest.”

“Oh, that is cheap,” George complained. “Just because she founded it with you means we all have to rough it in the backseat?”

“Yes,” Lockwood said with a smile.

“Lucy,” he said, “we need to go on more jobs with just the two of us.”

She chuckled. “I like the sound of that. Sitting in the back with all our equipment isn’t the most fun.”

“We all have to make sacrifices,” you said defensively.

Lucy shrugged as she looked at Anthony. “And you do always throw yourself into danger for her, Lockwood.”

He frowned. “I throw myself into danger for all of you. It’s in the job description.”

“Yeah, but you always do it for your girlfriend,” George said, exaggerating your title. “You’ll push Lucy out of the way or draw your rapier for me, but you go full on action-movie hero for her. It’s honestly embarrassing, Lockwood.”

Lockwood looked down at you with visible mirth in his eyes. “Do you think I should let you die to prove I don’t hold favorites?”

You shrugged. “It’s only fair.”

“You even broke our biggest rule!” George snatched the container of biscuits from the kitchen counter and held it up. “You let her have two all the time.”

Lucy raised her finger, pointing it at the two of you with a nod. “That’s true. It’s the most unfair thing you’ve done since you two started dating.”

“So what can we do to cure this grave injustice?” you asked with mock austerity.

“I’m not going to stop kissing my girlfriend just because you think I’m showing favoritism,” Lockwood added dryly, “so don’t push.”

“The biscuits,” George said immediately. “She can only have one biscuit like the rest of us.”

You chuckled. “That’s what you’re most worried about?”

“Yes,” he said, and he glanced at Lucy.

She nodded. “Absolutely. Back to the single biscuit rule, no matter relationship status.”

Lockwood looked at you with a sly smile. “What do you think, love? Willing to give it up?”

“I think I can manage,” you said, and you gave him a chaste kiss on the lips, feeling Anthony smile into it.

“And already, I feel order being restored to Lockwood and Co,” George said with a sigh.

“I’m glad that’s all it took,” you laughed as you looked back at him, “because I’m keeping the front seat.”

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#anthony lockwood x reader #anthony lockwood x you #lockwood x reader #lockwood x you #lockwood & co x reader #lockwood & co #x reader #reader insert #sadie writes

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yun-jin-noona · 6 months ago

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When you wake up next to him (in the middle of the night)

It wasn't invited in, you promise.

But...it wasn't necessarily shooed away either.

Mark was a dick, he knew it, you knew it, everyone outside the relationship also knew it. He wasn't like that from the start, he was a nice man- romantic gestures and dates were aplenty, and he never asked for more than he gave.

Then he pulled a ring out.

It was a complete 180 after the engagement, it was like he was someone different- someone far, far worse.

Now it's happened again. But this time it's...strange.

Mark seems to have forgotten a whole lot. About you, about him, about us. He always denied it when his abuse was brought up, but now its like...he genuinely can't remember?

Not to mention his speech is so...weird, now. Stunted, as if he somehow had a stroke that nobody knew about.

But the change is fine, he doesn't hurt you anymore- doesn't hurl insults for the smallest things, doesn't stop you from going out, he's even letting you make new friends! Well, letting is a strong word, he actually isn't stopping you at all.

But today, he just seemed...off. He was twitchy, but also lethargic. His posture was worse and he seemed not to talk so much.

You thought he was just having an off day, but then you heard something outside- it sounded like an animal, crying out.

You're not sure why you felt compelled to investigate, maybe to save the creature if you could?

The sight that was presented was...not anything you'd imagined, not in your wildest dreams.

The raccoon was dead, yes. But hunched over it was...Oh my god, is that Mark?

But he's different, his body is contorted, it looks broken, and- oh hell, did tentacles just come out of his goddamn back?

He, it- whatever the fuck, turns to you as you begin to dry heave, its a miracle nothing came up, really.

"Sorry...sorry...you weren't.. supposed to...see...this." He says. Its not Marks voice anymore, but it also...sort of is?

You don't know what's going on, but when he begins to rise and step closer to you, everything goes black.

You wake up the next morning, still cuddled close to what has to be Mark, there's no way he's anything else. It's not as if there's actually something out there that snatches people's bodies and pretends to be them and-

"Good morning sleepyhead~"

Speak of the devil.

"How'd you sleep? I think you had a nightmare last night, do you want to talk about it, love?"

Bullshit. No way that was a dream. Your throat still hurts from trying to evacuate yoru stomach contents.

"I...I can't quite remember, sorry."

He frowns- more like pouts, comically, and kisses the top of your head, patting your side gently where his arm curls around you.

"C'mon, at least let me make you breakfast, I went to the butchers on the way home yesterday- what do you say to some sausage?"

"I think I'll pass, my stomach doesn't feel quite right- I'll just have some toast."

He looks genuinely concerned. "Oh? Do you want me to go pick up some medicine?"

"No- I'm sure it's nothing, just feel uneasy is all."

Mark pets your head with his other hand. "My poor sweetheart, take it easy then today, alright? If you need anything, call me, work isn't as important as you."

He seems genuine. He seems to care. You almost think he loves you again.

"Alright, thank you."

You swear you can hear a cracking as he gets up out of bed- it's probably just his spine, right?

#dbd unknown #dead by daylight #SCARED TO POST THIS ON AO3 SO WOE. FIC BE UPON YE #unknown x reader #also i wrote this between 4 and 5am bc i woke up for some fuckin reason

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pinejayy · 1 year ago

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╰┈➤ Baby Clown || Buggy the Clown x F!Pirate Reader

summary: after suffering a defeat from luffy, buggy was thrown across the place and got stranded on islands. he’s been trying to pick himself up but bad things keep coming one from another, until he came across you.

warnings: maybe like one curse word, buggy being a little brat, slapping, reader is basically treating buggy more of a baby/pet rather than a person.

“GUM GUN BAZOOKA!”

The was the last thing Buggy heard after being throw across the town and sky. He hated how he was defeated by that rubber boy. He was humiliated! Buggy couldn’t wait until the day he gets his full body back and makes him pay!

But it was been days since he’s been stranded on this god forbidden islands!! First he was chased by piranhas, then some stupid bird thing tried eating him which he was spit out quite quickly. And now he was stuck on some island with these weird ass animals. But being on that island wasn’t so bad, he made a new friend and he even tried recruited his new friend to be apart of his crew but he denied his offer which made him kinda upset. But on the bright side for Buggy was that his new friend helped him build a raft. And the second Buggy started to sail off but trouble was after him once again.

A huge sea monster was attack his little raft, Buggy thought he was a goner.

“OH COME ON! ARE YOU KIDDING ME! AHHH.” He yelled out, trying his best to get away. As the monster raised its claw ready to attack, it was shot in the head. And Buggy was covering his eyes ready to die but was shocked when he opened his eyes and to see the monster was dead. And then he saw a ship, and on that ship he saw a very attractive Female.

“She’s hot!” He thought to himself. “I wouldn’t mind getting a piece of her to myself.” He giggled to himself.

As you look at the odd small thing, you couldn’t help but walk towards the the end of your ship and look down at him as he held on for dear life on the broken raft. “AW! LOOK AT HOW TINY YOU ARE, HOW ADORABLE!”

“HEY! DON’T CALL ME ADORABLE!” He yelled out, and he held on the raft. “YOU CAN’T CALL BUGGY THE CLOWN CUTE! NOW DO ME A FAVOR AND GET ME ON YOUR SHIP!”

You look at him and raised an eyebrow. “Buggy the Clown? Hmm nope! Never heard of you.” You say. Looking at him, a smirk spread across your face. “Oh right! You’re the freak with the huge red nose!” You laugh out, and your comment made Buggy’s face turn red.

“HEY! SHUT UP, MY NOSE ISN’T WERID!! NOW GET ME ON YOUR BOAT YOU VILE WOMAN!” As he yelled at you, you couldn’t help but giggle. “Hmm, you’re cute big nose. Fine. Hold onto this.” You say and throw a boat float on the water and began pulling him up with the rope that was attached to it.

Once Buggy was on the boat, he began kissing the floor. “Oh sweet ground!!” He said to himself, and he immediately stopped himself and looked at you. He couldn’t help but blush slightly. You looked hotter up close.

You bent down to height and grab him, holding him up. “Aw look at you! I might you keep you as a pet!” You chirp out, giggling and making kissing sounds. “Aw! Do you want that cutie!”

He struggled against your hold and snarled at your comment. And all of the sudden he detached his hand and slapped you across the face. “YOU VILE WOMAN! UNHAND ME AT THIS MOM-” He began yelling, but was dropped face first to the floor. “Ugh! Right on my nose.” He groaned, rubbing his nose.

“Ah! You’re a devil fruit user, I just thought you were a freak.” You laugh out, rubbing your face. “Hm. Are you hungry?” You cooed out. “You must be hungry little one.”

“Stop treating me like a baby!” He snapped and all of the sudden you picked him up again and started to rock him back and forth. And he began to struggle but he didn’t notice how close his face was to your chest, and he began blushing. “Fine…” He grumbled out.

You smile and held him close, and began walking to your kitchen and placed him on the table. “You wait here. I’ll make you something.” You and with that you began making him food. And Buggy watched you cook, he couldn’t but grumble to himself.

And after awhile of watching you cook, you set a plate of food down in front of him. “There you go, eat up my little Clown.” You tease out. Buggy looked at the food and he began to eat the food. You sat down on a chair and watched him eat. “So. Buggy right? What happened to you?”

“Why do you care woman?” He snapped back, talking with a mouth full of food. And you giggled as you watch him. “Aw come on Clown.”

“Ugh fine! This rubber guy defeated me…and I lost my crew! So I need to find them…” He said and looked down. And he ate in silence. “Can I have something to drink!” He snapped back, looking at you. “And what’s your deal? Why do you have this boat?”

You nodded and grabbed him a bottle of booze. “Here.” You say and hand him the bottle, sitting down once again and you smile. “Well I’m the captain of this ship, I’m just some greedy lady who wants treasure and nice things.”

And he took the bottle quickly, and began chugging the booze. And after awhile he finished eating and drinking and he looked at you. “Thank you… and a captain? You sure don’t look like one! Unlike me!”

“Hmm then why are you baby size? Hmm?” You say, and he narrowed his eyes. “Shut up..”

Making you smile and you picked him up again and held him like a baby, you placed his head on your shoulder and began patting his back. And he couldn’t help but blush as you did so. “Stop treating me like some kind of baby! I’m a captain for crying out loud!”

“Shh someone is cranky.” You tease him and held him like a baby, rocking him back and fourth. “Shh I think it’s bed time.” You say and walk out of the kitchen and into your private room. And when you walked in your room you keep rocking him back and fourth.

Buggy was throwing a tantrum, but oddly enough you rocking him back and fourth felt somewhat comforting. And especially with a full stomach of food. His eyes began to feel heavy, you place him down on your bed. “You rest up my little clown.”

And he just laid there “Just wait until I get my body back…you’ll pay. You’ll pay for treating me like this..” He mumbled out, yawning.

“Yeah whatever you say ‘Captain’. ”

And with that you began making your way to the door, until he spoke up again. “Where are you going?”

“Oh you know. I have some captain duties and unlike you I won’t lose my body in the process.” You giggle out and with that you walk out of the room leaving him alone on the bed.

Buggy laid there feeling sleepy. “Stupid bitch…she’ll pay for treating me like this..” He thought to himself. And slowly his mind began to drift off. “She’s lucky she’s hot or I would have killed her..”

#one piece #op #opla #buggy the clown #buggy #x reader #reader instert

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joe9cool · 1 year ago

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Collide- Epilouge 3- A New Life

A/N: The usual, do not steal my work. You do not have permission to post or steal my work. This is fiction, I do not know or affiliate with the Chargers, all characters are mine.

Justin raced in and out of traffic, cursing himself for even going to the golf tournament. He knew it was a bad idea, even though Sara insisted that he go. Justin should have known his wife was stubborn, even more now in her condition.

Taking the back streets he knew so well from childhood he pulled up to the house, seeing the cars of his mom and the team that Sara wanted present. As he walked up to the door he was shaking. This was it, they were now going to be a family of three. The last nine months flashed before his eyes. Their surprised reaction to the positive test, the Hyperemesis Gravidarum Sara suffered, hiding from the media. The joys of telling friends and family. Late nights of nervousness wondering if they could be good parents. Setting up nurseries in California, Eugene, and Wexler. The overall football season and the gross intrusion of the media. Finding out the sex of their first child. It all led up to this moment. They were finally going to meet their baby girl.

Taking a deep breath, Justin opened the door and the first thing he saw was the tarp on the floor of the living room which was pushed around for space, and the huge birthing pool that was filled with water. The house was quiet, which was weird considering there was a laboring woman and her birthing team present. All of the sudden he heard a loud yell from upstairs and he immediately ran towards the sound. "Sara?!"

"In the bedroom!" His mother called as he walked in the room. His wife was bent over the bed in one of his t shirts as the midwife had her hands on her lower back. Holly was wiping a cool washcloth on her head.

"That was a good one." Elizabeth, a kind, middle aged woman who was highly experienced in Nurse Midwifery smiled encouragingly at Sara. She noticed Justin there. "Dad is here." His wife turned towards the side. "Hi." She grimaced and he immediately went to grab her hand. "Sara honey it's okay to yell." Holly spoke. "I cursed Mark out when I had all three of my kids."

Justin laughed. As Sara calmed from the contraction she addressed him. "Did you call my family?"

He nodded. "Yes, your mother is en route on Bella's plane." The plan was put into place so it wouldn't tip anyone off.

Elizabeth cut in. "She's only at a three, and her water hasn't broken. Usually first babies take a bit so we could be here for hours. "It also looks like back labor, since her uterus is a bit titled."

Sara groaned. She was the biggest baby when it came to back pain. During all of her periods she didn't have cramps, but the back pain was hell. So of course she would have back labor.

The doula, Jane, set up a bar over the bed she could hold onto for support. Sara moaned as she felt another wave of pain wash over her. "Oh god this is so painful."

"Are you sure we can't give her anything?" Justin asked Elizabeth and Jane. He was never a fan of the homebirth plan Sara had wanted. When the topic of a birth plan came up, Justin was shocked and upset that she didn't want to give birth in a hospital. They agreed since it was the offseason the baby would be born in Oregon away from the noise. But to give birth at home? Where there was no emergency medical equipment on hand in case something went wrong with Sara or the baby? Justin nearly had a panic attack when she told the family of their plans.

Sara, honey I know you hate hospitals. But I don't think it's safe.” her mom told her when she was intown making a birth plan . Justin had never agreed so much with his mother in law.

“mom, my midwife says everything is fine, there is no reason why I can't deliver at home.” Justin shook his head. “I agree. With LA traffic delaying a possible trip to the hospital I think its too risky.”

She glared at him, not happy he was taking her mother's side. “For your information she will be born in Oregon. Our midwife got everything cleared with the state and the nearby hospital.” Justin's eyebrows raised. This wasn't something he was comfortable with, and he was a little hurt that she did this without him.

Justin remembered that day clearly. What was supposed to be a conversation when they were alone turned into an argument. Both yelling and stubborn over their stance, they both ended up apologizing. Justin decided to give into the home birth even though he wasn't happy at all.

He was broken from memory as he felt his hand being squeezed. He remembered the lamaze classes they took and coached her through the breathing techniques. Once the wave was over Sara looked at him. “thank you for this.”

“hmm?” She smiled. “for supporting me, I know you aren't the biggest fan of me giving birth at home.”

Justin kissed his wife. “You're right, I am not, but I'm doing what a husband is supposed to do. I can't thank you enough for going through this to have our daughter.”

Tears gathered in her eyes. “God you are going to be an amazing dad.” He smiled and kissed her. “We're going to be amazing parents.”

She nodded, before making a face and squeezing his hand as another contraction washed over her.

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“It looks like you're still only at a four.” Elizabeth tried to be encouraging as labor has slowed down since. It was now hour ten and almost midnight. Sara groaned as she was on the bed, in one of Justin's teams shirts. Cathy held up a cup of water for her to sip on. She had arrived a few hours prior. “It's been hours and she's in a lot of pain. Is this normal?” Justin spoke, worried and ready to call an ambulance.

Elizabeth knew the new dad to be was very concerned. “Yes, first babies can take quite a while.”

“Mom, weren't you only in labor for three hours with me?” Sara looked at Cathy for comfort.

“Yes honey, but you have to remember you were my last. With Katie I was in labor for twenty eight hours.”

Sara's eyes widened. “Dear God.”

“Are you sure there isn't anything we can give her pain?”

Jane shook her head. “The point of this Is that this is all natural birth. We can try other breathing techniques, play some music.”

None of those sounded appeasing to Sara at all. Her sisters words echoed in her head.

Don't be stupid sis, go to the hospital and get the drugs.

It didn't help that their daughter was more than likely an eight pounder thanks to her father.

Why couldn't I have procreated with an average person.

“babe what?” She looked up and saw the room was smiling. Sara realized that she voiced her thoughts out loud. Her cheeks flushed red and Justin laughed. “Hey babe, you knew when you married me that our kids might be bigger than normal.”

Sara sighed. “Yeah I didn't think that far ahead.”

He laughed. “Too late to back out now.”

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She had been in labor for 18 hours. Justin had paced back and forth every time the nurse checked Sara and checked on the baby's heart rate. “This isn't normal, she has to be in some sort of distress.” Referring to their daughter.

“You know you can call her by her name, since we are going to know soon.” Cathy cut in, hoping to ease some tension. Justin glared at her. “Let's focus on delivering her safely"

Elizabeth checked the baby's heart rate. “Her heart rate is normal, no sign of distress.” Sara took a sign of relief. She felt bad that Justin was panicking a little bit. “Hey you're supposed to be comforting me. I'm pushing an eight pounder out of my crotch.” She joked.

That seemed to calm him as he was back by her side. “I'm sorry.” He kissed her slightly clammy forehead. “I love you,and thank you for delivering her, and other future babies.”

She huffed. “Yeah depending on this one it's not looking too hot for more kids.” On cue she grabbed his hand and squeezed as another contraction came on. It was a long one, and once she came down she looked at him.

“Yeah its not looking good.” —---------------------------------------------------------------

“Okay, you ready to start pushing?” Elizabeth smiled. It was finally time, after twenty one hours she was in the pool, and ready to push.

While her body may have been ready, she certainly wasn't. “No” She moaned.

Birth was weird. It felt like her body wasn't hers, it had a mind of her own. She wasn't in any pain, thanks to being in a squatting position in the water, but it was a weird sensation. Like she was about to have the biggest shit of her life and she couldn't hold it.

Elizabeth was kneeling in the water, hands underneath her ready to catch, while her doula was waiting with the towel. Holly and Cathy were supporting her so she didn't fall over. Sara was glad that her mother in law and mom were both involved. Her original plan was to have her sisters as well as her best friend, but Justin reminded her that she might get overwhelmed and overstimulated, and she was glad her husband knew her so well.

Holly had cried when they asked her if she wanted to be present for the birth of her first grandchild, and she was grateful, despite some hesitancy from Justin that they were doing this at home in Oregon away from the flashes of cameras and fans who were actively searching out clues to what hospital she might be staying at.

“Okay Sara, I need you to start pushing.” Elizabeth instructed and her body took over.

The next ten minutes were a blur as she pushed with all her might. Everyone's words of praise surrounding her. Finally, she heard a loud cry, and she was gently eased into a sitting position.

“Baby girl is here!” Elizabeth called loudly as Justin and Sara saw their screaming daughter being held up. For a couple that didn't believe in love at first sight, they were in love. She truly had no words as the still screaming baby was placed on her chest. She felt Justin's lips against her forehead. “I'm so proud of you honey.”

Sara glanced around to see the smiles and tears of the women who surrounded her. But for some reason she couldn't speak, like she was being silenced. In fact, her body didn't feel real, she didn't feel real.

It was weird, but she just focused on the weight on her chest and in her arms.

“She was all warm and cozy in momma. So she isn't too happy.” In a flash, Jane took the baby off her chest, explaining that she needed to be weighed and tested. Justin went over to their set up station with the baby as Elizabeth explained the process of delivering the after birth.

It was then, the moment of happiness would change for the worse.

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Justin took in the scene around him.

He was officially a dad. The one thing he wanted most in life he had it in front of him. This was the princess that knew everything about football plays, their parents favorite foods, the cats. She knew everything about Justin, yet he knew nothing about her, and he loved her more than anything in the world. Guess it was love at first sight.

He had never been so proud of his wife, who had been a champ throughout not only delivery, but the entire nine months. She grew an entire human, and a large one as the scale weighed her at 8lbs 7oz and 21in. Baby girl was long.

“aren't you being a little rough with her?” Justin asked out of concern as Jane wiped her down. The doula laughed as she knew the concern of the new dad. “Mr. Herbert, she's going to cry no matter what. She's cold and wants to be back in the womb.”

Justin was going to respond, until he heard Elizabeth call for more supplies. “We got a heavy bleeder!”

He didn't like the words, or tone. He looked behind her to see his wife being helped by their moms out of the tub. As she was being lifted, a massive gush of blood had came out, and Sara had collapsed, nearly weighing down the older women.

“Sara!” He ran over to see his pale wife had passed out.

Elizabeth had taken over and pulled Sara out to set her on the tarp. “call 911.” Her voice was calm, compared to the chaos of the room.

Holly was already on the phone. Explaining that Sara was bleeding very heavily after birth.

Not too long after, the ambulance arrived and had Sara unconscious body on a stretcher, and the baby in the ambulance. Justin, still not comprehending what had just been happening, was in a car behind them with Cathy driving. Holly was going to make Justin and Sara things and meet them up.

“She's going to be okay.” Cathy kept repeating as she drove behind the lights. After the fifth time, Justin looked over. “Do you really think that?” Tears were coming down his face.

Cathy nodded as her tears were no longer controlled. “I truly do, she's a fighter.” Her voice was shaky.

“Have you ever seen that before?” Justin had to ask and torture himself with the answer he already knew. “No, I haven't. The midwife didn't sound panicky or anything. My baby's in good hands with them.” She gestured. “And my grandbaby.”

He nodded. They pulled into a separate guest parking lot as the ambulance went to the emergency unit. Justin and Cathy ran inside, only to be told to go up to maternity and they would have more details. Justin couldn't help but notice people staring at him, and at that point he knew there was no way people wouldn't know that his wife was hospitalized.

When they walked into the hospital doors Justin was Fighting hard to keep it together, a staff member escorting them to a labor and delivery wing. They apologized as they hadn't been preparing for a celebrity to be Admitted, but they did give Sara her own room as the doctors worked on her.

“Is there any update?” Justin choked out between tears. The nurse smiled sympathetically. “Her blood pressure is low, and she lost a ton of blood. We call it postpartum hemorrhaging. It's rare, but it happens.”

“Was there anything we could have done to prevent it?” Cathy chimed in. Then spoke to herself. “I knew I should have talked her out of that stupid home birth.”

“No, there's no indication that it is going to happen until it happens. Mrs. Herbert is in very good hands, and your daughter passed all of her tests, and is doing well. Would you like to see her?”

They both nodded, before Cathy stepped Back. “I'm sorry, Justin I think you should g-”

“Please, I can't go alone.” Justin cried, wondering where his parents were. Cathy nodded before they both followed the nurse. —----------------------------------------------------------

Justin sat in the rocking chair in the nursery. They were behind one of the partitions to give them some privacy. His daughter had been wiped down, wrapped Up with a pink cap on her head.

She looked like a sleeping angel.

Justin studied her features. It was too soon To tell who she favored in the looks, he hoped she favored Sara.

speaking Of, they hadn't heard an update. It had been a half an hour. He almost worked Himself up to a panic attack earlier and Cathy had to calm him down until the nurse wheeled the little plastic bassinet carrying his daughter, and even though there was still panic, the little girl already had her dad wrapped around her small baby fingers.

“You both did so well.” Cathy smiled as she took in the sight. Justin looked up and smiled at his mother in law. Cathy took a shaky breath. “No Matter if it's my 1st or 10th grandchild, it's still such an amazing feeling. She's so beautiful.”

Justin smiled, feeling proud and emotional he gestured her to come near him, and she sat on the chair as he passed the baby to her grandmother. Cathy was in tears as she held her. “Oh my baby girl. Grandma loves you so much. Sweet little girl.”

“Ella.” Justin blurted out. Deciding that she should know before everyone else. Over the years he and Sara had kept her from a distance, still feeling pain from her past mistakes. However, she had been truly amazing throughout all of this, and he had felt really bad when all she wanted to do was be a grandmother. “We decided on Ella Kate Herbert”

Cathy smiled. “After Jerry's daughter Kate?” Justin smiled, recalling the memory of the Bar owner Getting choked up when he and Sara revealed her name a few months prior to honor his late daughter. “Yeah.”

The older woman's tears were falling harder. “Thank you.” She whispered.

“Mr. Herbert?” They both looked up to see a doctor heading in their direction. Justin and Cathy stood up. “How is she?” Justin took a sharp intake of breath.

The young woman smiled. “Sara's stable, and she is awake. A little out of it. But we had to do a few rounds Of blood transfusions considering she lost alot. But we will monitor Throughout the day, and it looks like we are not seeing any damage.

“Can we see her?” Justin took the biggest breath of his life. Knowing that his wife was okay. The doctor nodded and Justin addressed Cathy, who spoke first. “Go, your family is here. I'll deal with them and then call my family.” He nodded in thanks and followed the doctor.

He wasn't sure what he was expecting when he entered the room. Sara was awake, her bed was positioned upwards slightly. She looked pale, and weak, with oxygen and an IV. She smiled weakly and he matched it. Justin grabbed her hand. “Oh my god I'm so relieved.” The tears were coming freely. His lips met hers, and they both tasted the saltiness of their tears combing together. “How's Ella? Is she okay?” There was a slight panic in her voice.

“She's perfect, and healthy.” On cue, the door opened and a nurse wheeled the bassinet in. Sara broke down crying as the nurse handed her the baby. “When you get a moment, we can fill out her birth certificate with the official name.” She left, leaving the new family of three alone for the first time.

“Hi Ella Kate,” Sara whispered as the baby opened her eyes. Justin helped with supporting the baby's body as his wife was weak. “We are so happy you're here with us princess.” Justin placed a kiss on her forehead, then Sara's. “My girls” He whispered. Relieved that everyone was alright and safe.

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“Are you ready to meet everyone Princess? I know they have been dying to meet you.” Sara whispered as she was dressing Ella for her big debut. It had been a month since she made her appearance and it felt the time was going slow and fast at the same time. The first week of them being home was filled with panic and shedding tears of being overwhelmed and sleep deprivation. Justin had adjusted to fatherhood with no issue, while Sara felt like she was drowning.

She had never been more grateful to have both sets of moms with them. Cathy stepped in to deal with her publicists badgering of releasing baby photos. Getting into an argument with the sharp minded woman telling her. “My granddaughter isn't public property. They will release details when they want!”

The Chargers social media team had posted a tweet of congratulations only announcing the birth and that she was healthy.

Holly had been eager to help with her first grandbaby. Mark made meals on the grill to bring them over. Sara ate everything up as she was breastfeeding a baby who had an appetite like her father apparently.

Mitch and Isabelle, along with Patrick and Carly had flown In the night before, but Justin and Sara agreed that they would come over for lunch and meet their niece.

So far the day had been a bit chaotic. Ella had been fussy in the early hours of morning, While Sara had a clogged duct that she had to take a hot shower to unclog (it was more painful than childbirth itself)

Justin was feeding Ella as Sara got dressed. She had never been so grateful that she found a husband who understood that they were partners in the relationship, and that they shared all of the duties of having a baby.

After she was burped and a messy diaper change (which included a new outfit) Justin opened the door to his mom carrying groceries for them. Her son immediately grabbed the bags.

“You certainly remember grandma.” Sara cooed to her baby as Holly sat next to them. Immediately Sara handed the baby off to her mother in law, who cooed at Ella and tried to get some reaction out of her. “Everyone will be here in about 20 min, but I decided to sneak in a little early for some alone time.” Sara laughed as Justin teased his mom. “Oh yeah, since you have been so deprived of that.”

Holly glared at her son. “Hey this time goes by fast, and you guys will be in Pittsburgh, and then back in Los Angeles.”

“I'm sure you and dad have already planned out what days you're coming to visit already.” Holly's silence confirmed Justin's theory and Sara laughed.

After another fifteen minutes there was a knock at the door, and Justin opened it to see Mark, followed by Carly and Patrick, and Mitch and Isabelle.

“We got a sushi tray! Courtesy of my idea” Patrick announced loudly. Totally Forgetting about the baby in the room

“Patrick!” Mitch scolded and Sara laughed. “Don't worry she is up and alert.” Checking on the baby, she was right as she met her daughter's eyes. She looked down at the huge assortment of sushi placed in front of her. “This is the sweetest gift I have ever gotten.” She teared up at her brother in law’s consideration.

Then she realized she was crying over sushi. “sorry my emotions are out of whack” She laughed and went to get up to hug Pat but then she felt dizzy and sat down, hoping no one knew.

“Easy baby.” Of course her husband saw it. He was next to her in a flash. “Let me get your water.”

“Don't worry Sara, I can hug you sitting down.” They hugged and the rest all followed suit.

The star of the show began to cry, voicing her displeasure at not being the center of attention.

“Oh you guys.. she is beautiful.” Isabelle cooed as she looked over Holly's shoulder. As Ella couldn't calm down, she was handed off to Sara as Justin got her bottle ready. “She has an appetite like her dad.” She laughed. “ Thank God I got a heavy milk supply!”

“God help her if she has our height.” Patrick laughed. “Get her into sports fast!”

“She can do whatever she wants to do” Justin cut in as he handed his wife the warm bottle. Immediately Ella settled as she took her food.

The day seemed to go by quickly, and before the couple knew it it was just them two and their daughter.

Sara woke up and rolled over to grab her phone. Adjusting to the light she saw it was 3am. Which meant Ella had to have Woken up at least once, and she had slept through it. In a panic, she ripped the covers and stood up in a hurry.

She didn't even notice the space next to her was empty as she walked into her daughter's nursery.

A beautiful sight stopped her at the door.

Justin was seated in the love suite rocking chair, the cats at his feet.The soft glow of the nightlight illuminated his face as he took in the baby in his large arms. Sara could see that Ella was awake, her eyes fully locked on her dad's face as he spoke to her, and she realized that he was telling her the story of how her parents got together

“And then by grace of God, mommy took daddy's sorry ass back.”

Sara giggled, causing Justin to look up and smile. “Sorry if we woke you, she finally calmed down.”

She shook her head and came over as Justin made room for her to sit on his lap. “I didn't even hear you guys.. God I'm such a terrible mom.”

“Don't say that. You deserve rest. You had a hard labor and you have been Getting up with her almost every night.” He adjusted Ella's tiny body in his one arm as he wrapped the other one around Sara. They both studied her features as her eyes darted from parent to parent. “She's all you babe.” Sara Whispered. Justin smiled. “She has my eye color and shape. That rest is you.”

“Well I didn't almost die delivering her for no reason.” She laughed and Justin frowned. “Please do not joke about that. That was the scariest moment of my life.”

He felt her press her lips against his head. “I'm sorry. That was in very bad taste of me. I love you so much, and you're never getting rid of me. Cause even when I pass on in sixty years if you're still alive I'm haunting your ass.”

Justin laughed, and the move disturbed Ella who was now wide awake. “Well shit I've got to start over again.” They both laughed.

It was quiet until Justin Picked up his phone. “Maybe our song will get her to sleep.”

The chords of Collide began playing, and in habit Sara began singing. Ella's eyes slowly began to close and Justin looked at Sara.

“We did good babe, we did good.”

Sara smiled, "How do you feel about number two in six months?"

Justin shook his head. "Absolutely not, not at least until Ella is a year old. I'm surprised you want to go through delivery again after all the complaining you did."

Sara laughed and ran her finger down the babies face. "We do make beautiful babies though. I wouldn't mind a couple more." All of the sudden Ella jolted awake, and began crying. Justin looked at Sara.

"Let's wait until she is at least a year."

A.N. THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR PATIENCE AND LOVE. I know this has been a long time coming. I might do another one shpt documenting the pregnancy with Ella. Guys I am so emotional posting this! Keep an eye out for other imagines.

#justin herbert #sara and justin canon #Alexa writes collide #nfl imagine

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sleepy-achilles · 9 months ago

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The Danger Duo

Because apparently I have issues only these two can solve. And no, it might seem implied here, but neither Leon or Randy have ever cheated on Drew or John. Its just a weird history between them. They both respect each other and their partners. (Considering John's Leon's brother I'd fuckin hope so)

I kinda wanna do a more tag team kinda fic. Because obviously there was a time before Leon's tag team with Drew. And it was most likely with Randy.

Ah yes and they are extremely emotional idiots in this. Like big dumbasses. 'Oh yeah we have no feelings' and then straight to 'bitch I love this man back the fuck off'

Dumbasses I swear.

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"You know...the tension is still so fucking clear I have no idea how no one noticed it."

---Early 2000s---

The meet.

A young Leon is wandering around the arena halls before the show. He has some sort of tag match with his dad tonight. He doesn't really care. He'll be solo soon.

He's not paying attention, which is how he bumps into him.

"Watch it man" the man grunts. Leon clicks his tongue and turns towards the man. Leon's eyes scan him. Ah..that orton kid who worked with John in the indies. "Debuting?" Leon asks. "Uh yeah" orton nods. Leon smirks and turns away. "What? No good luck?" Orton calls as leon walks away. "Do ya need it? Or are you too good for that?" Leon calls as he continues to walk, waving a hand.

Randy can't help but smile as the younger man walks off.

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Boy saves boy

Leon breathes heavily as his face rests against the mat. His hair slick and stuck to his face with sweat. His eyes glazed over as he reaches his hand out for the chair. He cries out as the black boot lands on his hand and presses down hard. 'Your loss kid.' Kanes voice echos in his head as he twists his foot. The chair leaves his view and Leon braces himself for the chair hit.

It doesn't come.

Instead the pressure leaves his hand and he feels a thud next to him. He takes a moment or two to collect himself but as he pulls himself up he sees Randy stood on the ramp smirking at him. Leon braces himself on the rope as he stares at randy. "YOU OWE ME!" Randy calls. Leon smiles and chuckles weakly to himself as he glances back to see kane out cold. "Yeah...I do." Leon pushes off the rope to get the pin.

Randy's heart aches more than his body. They were supposed to be his friends. His family. And now? Now they were throwing him out. He curles up on himself as he waits for the next attack. But it doesn't come. He peaks to see a sledgehammer head stood infront of him. He opens his eyes fully to see Leon stood over him. Leaning against the sledgehammer as he holds his ribs. "Back off." Leon growls. Dave goes to move forward. "No. Don't." Hunter orders holding his arms out. "Broken ribs or not, he's a risk. Another day boys. Another day." Hunter tells them. Leon keeps his front to them as they climb out of the ring. He watches them up the ramp before he's moving and kneeling infront of Randy.

Randy sits up and looks at him.

"I guess we are even."

"I guess we are."

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Game Start

Randy pants as he's shoved into a cleaning closet. "Shit, come here often?" Randy growls as he shoves the younger man against the wall. Leon laughs as his head hits the wall. "God wouldn't you like to know perv" Leon smirks as Randy kisses at his neck. The smirk falls as small moans and pants leave him. "Knew you'd be responsive." "Shut up and fuck me."

"Yessir."

Randy watches with dark eyes as Leon flirts with a diva. But that was the game. It was all a game. Leon didn't belong to him, Leon didn't belong to anyone. The same for randy. But nothing made Randy's blood boil more than watching Leon flirt with others.

Randy isn't his. Randy is not his. Randy does not belong to him. So why does he so badly want to put his fist through Edge and Christian faces as they flirt with him? Is...is Leon jealous? No. Leon shakes his head.

He's not his and Randy's not his.

They are not a thing.

Its just a weird fucked up game.

---2009---

Man meets man

Leon licks his lips as he watches Randy. John is cutting his promo, leaving Leon leaning in the corner of the ring as Randy stands across from them with legacy. And boy hasn't Randy been looking a little too good lately.

Randy's eyes land on Leon and he can't help but smirk as he eyes up the younger man's body. Leon smirks back at him and lets his hand rest on his waist band, tugging it down slightly causing Randy's eyes to darken.

Man it's good to be back with Randy.

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Man saves man

Leon's arms shake as he struggles to lift himself. He doesn't even know what happened. He was walking down the hall when someone jumped him. Jesus he was walking to meet Randy.

He rests against the wall. Fuck he's falling back into bad habits again. He covers his face. He remembers why he and Randy had to call it quits. It musta been 2005, Randy and Edge really hurt his Pa and Leon could not keep him emotions stable enough to still...l..love the man. Not the man who hurt his Papa. But they were-no, they are too alike. Both angry, dangerous men.

Leon chuckles to himself. Guess that's why fans call them the dangerous duo.

Leon knew they'd never work. It's why it was only supposed to be a game.

"Lee!" Leon lowers his hand to see Randy knelt infront of him. "Are you okay? I saw Jericho jump you and managed to piss him off before he did any real damage" Randy states as he checks Leon's head. Leon sees the concern. But he also sees the cameras.

It's only a game. Right?

No love needs to be involved.

No relationship that could turn violent and ugly with one wrong action or word.

Just sex.

Leon could do that.

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Randy could kick himself.

Why the fuck has he fallen back with Leon. He promised Edge he'd stay far away from the man.

But he saw those Blue and Green eyes light up with pure joy and lust in that ring. The first time in the ring together in years. And all the nasty fights, bad feelings, hurtful words...left.

Leon was a damn pretty boy and randy was a sucker for those damn eyes.

Randy was alone. His eyes settle on a very pissed off undertaker.

God he's fighting the undertaker whilst daydreaming about his youngest fucking son.

Randy truly was fucked.

In the head and physically. This isnt a fight he's winning.

At least it wasn't.

Randy's eyes widen as Taker falls like a sack of potatoes. Behind him stands Leon with that damn sledgehammer. Leon just winks at him. "Makes us even." Leon states before climbing out of the ring as the ref reenters. Randy hesitates before going for the pin.

3....his eyes lock with Leon's....2.....leon smirks as he walks backwards....1...

Randy sits back.

It's just a game.

Right?

No one gets hurt if there's not feelings involved.

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Game Starts

Randy chuckles as the blonde falls to his knees. "Pent up aye?" Randy teases. Leon shoves him against the wall as he tugs the trunks down. "Shut it and fuck my mouth" Leon growls.

And Randy sees that look in Leon's eyes. The look that started all the trouble between them before. And he doesn't stop. No. He should. He should and he should talk to Leon. But he doesn't.

"Yessir."

Randy's eyes follow the Mcintyre kid.

Everyone knows about his crush on Leon. Everyone but Leon. And it kills Randy.

Fills Randy with anger. Because Leon is his.

What?

Randy pauses his walk in the middle of the hall. Leon isn't his. Jesus. Leon was never his. Never will be.

It was just a game.

It's supposed to just be a game.

He looks down the hall to see Drew and Leon talking. Kevin stood behind Leon, introducing the pair. Drews wide fucking smile and Leon's scowl. But even from here Randy can see that dangerous look in Leon's eyes.

That's when a hand touches his shoulder. He turns to see John. "You okay?" John asks. "What?" Randy asks confused. "I asked if your okay. You seem...upset." John states. "I...you care?" "Of course. I don't like seeing my friends upset." John smiles. Randy's eyes widen slightly.

Leon completely slipping from his mind as his eyes lock with the Eldest Michaels deep blue ones.

John had been here the entire time...and Randy ignored him for his own torture.

Who cares about a game?

Leon frowns as Randy doesn't meet him in his locker room. He sighs and makes his way to the canteen in hopes of seeing the older man. He pauses at the sight he sees.

Randy and John sitting in the canteen, laughing about something. Leon's heart sinks at the look in his brothers eyes. A look that's always been there but Leon ignored for his own guilty gain.

What hurts more is when he sees it in Randy's eyes.

Games aren't fun when it hurts your family.

Leon sighs and smiles sadly at the pair.

"Game over..ay?" He whispers to himself as he turns and leaves.

Not missing the sudden eyes burning into his back.

Randy smiles sadly as the man leaves. But..he has a feeling its not a bad thing.

----2023---

The Meet

"Did you not know? With us is the apex predator!"

Leon's eyes widen. Did he just hear right? Randy? No..John said Randy wasn't doing too good. Leon looks and Finn who's just smiling widely. No. It can't be.

Leon can't help but grin as everyone lays flat out in the cage. He stands in the middle looking at both teams as the fans scream. He pushes his long hair back before pulling his tank top off. Time to end this.

He goes to move when music hits. His head snaps towards the entrance.

He expects his smile to drop but it grows wide as the man steps out.

A man who's messed with his head so much over the past two decades. But he's also fucked with his head in return.

They were dangerous together but dangerous for each other. And that's why it worked.

As Randy steps into the ring. Everyone knows it's over.

Drew lifts his head and watches Randy and Leon.

How Leon tilts his head as Randy leans in too close, looking like their about to kiss as Leon speaks and Randy responds.

Drew knows they've lost their advantage now. Leon always has been distracted by two men. Him and Randy.

And they lost.

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Man saves man

Leon's hands shake. Drews missing. He doesn't know where he's gone. He can't sense him. Can't get ahold of him. He's...

Fuck.

Leon's scared shitless.

His breathing picks up when hands land on his knees.

His head snaps up to see Randy smiling at him. "Why you so blue for?" Randy asks quietly. "Dr..drew" Leon gasps. Randy smiles sadly and wipes Leon's eyes. "Hes okay. He's just gone out to grab Sheamus." Randy explains. Leon looks at him with wide eyes. Wide innocent eyes. Eyes that if they first greeted each other with, would of changed their whole history. "His disappearance has really fucked your head up, hey?" Randy asks. John told Randy all about Drew disappearing after Wrestlemania. No one could find him. Only for him to reappear at money in the bank. "Both of you did." Leon whispers looking down. Randy pauses, hesitates.

Right.

Randy also disappeared on Leon. Just when their friendship was getting stronger.

"All of you did."

Thats when Randy really thinks about it. Taker, Shawn, Kevin and Scott, hunter, hell even John have all disappeared on Leon. Taker and shawn from a young age and randy can't even begin to imagine how fucked that's made the younger man.

He saw glimpses of it during their time. But never the whole picture.

"But not anymore aye? And hey, you disappeared on us too remember. Living all tazan style in the woods" Randy jokes. He can't help but smile as Leon breaks into a giggle. "Guess I did." Leon nods covering his mouth.

Randy grabs his wrist and lowers his hand. "You have a beautiful smile. Don't hide it." Randy tells him softly. Leon looks at him. "And I'm lovin the hair. Gonna grow it longer?" Randy asks standing up. "God no." Leon huffs. "Good. I like it like this" Randy ruffles his hair as the crew call him. "Keep smiling Lee." Randy calls as he walks off. "Good luck!" "Im too good for that!" Randy yells, Waving his hand in a way that makes Leon smile as he's hit with a wave of Deja vu.

"Yeah. You are"

Randy cries in pain. "Hey! Hey, it's okay" Leon rushes over. John looks at his brother in confusion. Randy glances at him. "I can't." Randy grits his teeth as he holds his back. Leon scans the room. Just their family. "Guess I gotta pay you back aye?" Leon asks quietly moving his hand to Randy's lower back, pushing Randy's hand away. "Leon" Taker warns. Drew watches as Leon places his hand on Randy's bare back. "Wha-" Randy cuts himself off as cracking is heard. "Ew" cassie gags as Leon's spine cracks, his back bruising and distorting.

Leon groans in pain and hunches over, his hand leaving Randy's back as the cracking stops. Randy sits up in shock and looks at Leon. "Are you crazy?!" Randy barks as he looks at the younger man's back. "Grr...give me, ah a second" Leon grasps the bedding in pain as his back begins to crack and shift. Leon's head hits Randy's shoulder as his legs go numb. Randy and drew grab the man to keep him steady. Drew watches as Leon's back heals. "God its been a while. Shit" Leon gasps standing straight and stretching. His back giving a normal pop. "You bastard." Randy gasps. "Were equal now" Leon smirks. "Thank you Lee." Randy smiles. "Anytime." Leon smiles shaking his hand.

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The Game

Leon smiles at Randy. "Lookin good pretty boy" Randy states. Leon chuckles as Randy raises his mic and turns to Rhea. "Mami that, Mami this, Mami that, well guess what Rhea?" Randy continues. Leon raises an eyebrow as Randy looks at him. "Daddy's back." Leon can't help but laugh as Randy speaks.

The fans obviously go crazy as they notice he spoke to Leon not Rhea.

The game was on, but it was so different now.

They are both happily married. Both loving life.

Now their relationship is important. Now the game is about making each other laugh and smile. About owning their friends, their feelings.

And Leon can't wipe the smile off hos face as Randy smiles.

Randy gasps as his back hits the ring post.

He feels his ribs shift immediately.

His mind immediately goes to leon. He looks to see the younger man curling up on himself in pain, cradling his arm to his chest. His eyes snap back to the bloodline.

He knows what needs to happen. Leon can take them both out with a chokeslam. Give them time to run. But he needs both arms good.

"LEON!" Randy yells. Leon's head snaps towards the older man. His arm is held out. "Do it!" Randy yells. Leon looks at Dwyane and Roman. "I..I can't." Leon grits his teeth. "Leon! It's your move! Yours not his!" Randy snaps. Leon looks down. The chokeslam. It's one of Leon's strongest moves but he hates doing it. It's never felt like his. None of his moves have.

"Leon! Please!" Leon grits his teeth and closes his eyes. Randy watches as Leon's left arm snaps out of place and his right snaps back into place. Randy grips the rope as pain shoots through him. Leon's left arm slowly bruises before the bone fixes itself and the brusing fades.

Leon pushes himself up, using the force to wind the pair as he grabs them by the throats and using all his anger and adrenaline he lifts and slams them down. Falling to his knees. "You gotta go!" Randy calls. Leon groans and pushes up, stumbling to the man. "Cmon" Leon tells him, grabbing his arm. "Can't.. my ribs.." Randy huffs. "Go. Escape." Randy tells him. Leon kneels infront of him. "I don't abandon my friends. And I especially don't abandon my family." Leon tells him.

Randy's eyes widen as his heart races.

The game felt completely.

Leon has finally said it.

Acknowledge it.

Randy's eyes snap down as Leon presses a hand to his ribs. Randy grits his teeth as his ribs reset themselves and Leon's snap. "Cmon" Leon gasps rolling out of the ring. Randy it quick to follow. "You owe me big time" Leon states holding his ribs as they slowly reheal. "How about I get you a lot of sugar?" Randy asks as they run. "That is amazing" Leon yawns as he lowers his hand.

"Did you mean that? That we are friends?" Randy asks as they get to safety. Leon looks at him.

All the games didn't matter.

Not when he thinks about what they've been through.

Randy stuck by his side during all the fiend stuff. Even when his own family backed up. Randy still fought to get to him.

Randy was always so quick to save his ass.

Randy didn't hesitate or fear him.

No. Of course not.

Because Randy, despite being human, saw himself in Leon.

He saw that familiar monster. Heard those voices.

Randy watches as Leon smiles widely, his eyes closing, dimples showing. "Of course. You're a pain in my ass but you will always be my friend." Randy smiles and pulls the man into a hug. Leon doesn't hesitate to hug him.

"Thank you."

"No. Thank you."

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Why did this take me three hours? I started this around 1am it's now 3:21am

Lol

Anyways. Love the dangerous duo

Yes that's their shitty duo name.

They always stab each other in the back and then end up kissing the wounds afterwards.

They dramatic, traumatised and dorks.

And we love that for them

#wwe #wwf #leon michaels #drew mcintyre #randy orton #john cena

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fallen-child-escapism · 2 years ago

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WOOBER ROCK CHAPTER 8

Wembley laid in his bed facing the wall. He hated being angry, he hated hating things but God did he feel like he hated his brother right now. And he felt so guilty about it. Still, he huffed and the tip of his tail swished to show his annoyance. What was he going to do? He couldn't decide, of course he couldn't. All Wembley could do was lay in his bed, wembling. Tears pricked his eyes. He hated crying.

Gobo sat across the room quietly picking the strings of his mandolin. He sighed. Wembley never acted like this. It made his heart drop in his chest. Had he gone too far? Should he had trusted Wembley? Gobo furrowed his eyebrows. He was older, he knew more, and he knew that a relationship between the two younger fraggles would never be good for either of them. He was doing what was best for his brother and his friend.

Red and Mokey were none the wiser to their friends intense relationship issues. They sat in a small cave just far enough from the great hall to be out of sight and out of earshot but still close enough They could hear the singing and playing taking place. Mokey had her easel set up and was coating her canvas in a beautiful bright abstract piece. Red sat close by her tossing a hacky sack back and forth in her own paws. They both hummed a sweet song to eachother as they enjoyed their seperate activities. The soft silence was broken by the shorter of them,"Do you think Gobo and Wembley were acting weird today?" Mokey hummed,"they were" Red ceased her tossing and dropped her chin into a paw. "and Boober has been cooped up all day" Mokey nodded,"The boys said he was staying in to keep up om laundry" Red gagged at the thought of laundry. "Do you think he's eaten?",Red said, this time actually turning to face her partner. Mokey put her hand to her chin and gasped,"I dont believe so. Unless he's cooking at home, you know he loves to do that" Red nodded,"right I forgot that's an option", She chuckled to herself. "What say we visit him just to be sure?", Mokey offered, already setting her paints down. Red hopped up in agreement and picked up the majority of Mokey's art supplies. The two girls walked with their tails intwined all the way to Boobers sad little cave.

"Boober? oh Boober please let us in?", Mokey chimed at the cave entrance. Boober sniffled and pulled his hat down tight on his head to conceal his puffy eyes. "o-one minute!", He tried his best to grab his compulsure. Deep breath and," Mokey! Red hi, nice to see you, good, im doing great, okay see you later!", He chirped in a very un-Boober like tone before shutting the curtain once again. "Hey wait a minute! Let us in!", Red demanded. "Boober, sweetie, you aren't acting yourself and you've been in all day, we're worried", Mokey pleaded. Oh. Boober sighed. Red, he would ignore but the genuine quiver in his older sisters voice hit him like a Radish to the skull. He drew back the curtain with his head hung low. "Im sorry ", He mumbled. Mokey scooped him up into a hug,"Oh that's alright Boober, tell me what's wrong" Mokey sat him down and Boober stuttered on his feet before fiddling with his tail. "I...its a long story", He sighed. Mokey lead the small fraggle to his bed and all three of them took a seat. "Tell us dear, we won't judge", Mokey purred. The red head next to her opened her mouth to say something snarky but mokey whipped her back with her tail and she held her tongue.

Boober sighed and slowly began explaining everything. Leaving out the fact that Wembley is the only other fraggle in the rock to have seen Boober's face. Mokey was shocked. "Gobo?", She questioned, not wanting to believe their dear friend had any kind of negative feelings towards the little blue fraggle. Boober just nodded and stared at his legs. Mokey furrowed her brows. Boober waved his paws at her, "n-now don't do anything drastic Mokey" "Oh you poor thing, I'll teach our rotten friend a lesson you just wait one moment", The purple fraggle spoke stern yet still softly towards the youngest fraggle. Boober groaned and held his head. There was nothing he could do once Mokey switched into mother hen mode. Gobo was going to get his attitude handed to him. And all Boober could do was sit back and wait in his room until the storm died down.

#I am a mokey enjoyer #She is so <3 #The angst continues #if you can call it that #I hope by now you have realized I can not write #boober fraggle #wembley fraggle #gobo fraggle #mokey fraggle #red fraggle #fraggle rock #woober

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janesaridoll · 3 years ago

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Ice cream

Pairing || Chris evans x woc!reader

Summary || based on this tiktok

Genera || pure fluff

Warning || pregnancy(?)

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Kofi

Marlyn is 2 - Marcus is 4 - pregnant with Lucas

After picking up your kids, Marlyn and Marcus from day care, Chris was meeting you for lunch. as part of your daily routine with your yet small family

You were waiting at the restaurant where you always frequent, which is close to your workplace,

you were seated at your normal table, your husband entered with Marlyn in one hand and your boy's hand in the other. As soon as your son sees you, he races towards you, disregarding his father screaming for him to slow down behind him and yelling "mommmyyy”

He throw himself at you and you hugged him and lifted him up to sit on your lap

Your husband gave you a look “what?” You asked “You’re heavily pregnant don’t lift him up” he said while buckling your daughter into the kids chair, before he sits down he kissed you cheeks

“But I can’t resist him” hugging you boy and kissing his cheeks repeatedly while he laughed loudly

you ate your lunch, and made sure that your kids are well fed, you asked your boy how’s his day at school “Marcus baby, did you gave your teacher your homework?” the teacher gave the students a homework a week ago and your son didn’t give it to his teacher due to him being really shy about it. He is not the most out going person. Just like you. You have struggled with shyness so being a mom to shy baby was a little bit hard, but through him growing up you learned how to deal with it.

It took you weeks before getting him into school, but through practice of leaving him around new kids he got used to them but not the teachers, he is still very shy around them. You thought that letting him take his homework to his teacher by himself would be a good practice for him but you gave him time to do it and inform the teacher who was kind enough to let it happen.

he nodded his head excitedly and said “katie helped me” katie is your son best friend she’s great with him, she helped him a lot, he prefers spending time with her than you. Which’s upseting for you.

“oh that’s good, you’re so brave baby” you complement him and kissed his head.

Chris looked at you weird while he fed your daughter her ice cream.

“What?” You asked.

“you look so jealous when he mentioned katie” chris said with smirk on his face.

“No! Im not jealous of my son’s friend!” you scoffed at him.

“Oh yeah you’re, you gave the same look whenever sara is mentioned”

“Okay I may be a little annoyed at katie. For god sack she wants to have the same birthday party as him?? Wtf?? I want ot give my baby a special birthday for him!! Alone. Second of all don’t bring that’s bitch up again”

“Okay okay, im sorry, but come on he have his first ever girlfriend”

“She’s not his girlfriend, my baby is too young to love anyone other than his mommy” it might be weird but blame it on the pregnancy hormones. you feel attached to your boy more than ever, he was your first. And you two have been through a lot together. It’s really hard not to feel that, the bond you made with your boy are little by little are getting broken and its too soon for him to unattach himself from you, you thought it will happen when he is in his teenage years, by the time you could prepared yourself.

“Anyway you won’t believe what happened at Marlyn class” Chris said laughing as soon as he remembered what had happened.

“What?” You asked tearing your eyes away from you boy to your daughter who is playing with her ice cream, with her two fluffy pigtails and a bow she’s the cutest baby ever. Hands down, you and Chris produce the cutest babies ever.

"When I arrived to pick her up, she was staring at a kid with a toy, so I waited to see what she'd do. He then sees her gazing at him and he comes close to her, and I thought okay, maybe this lad is going to be katie to my little girl,"

“Now you know how i feel” you said before making him continue.

“No no , wait and hear me, they looked at each of seconds before he shoved Marlyn away” he laughed , adding, "I genuinely thought I was going to kick some two-year-old ass, but she started laughing hysterically, till she saw me, and it was simply like nothing happened."

You stared at him, your smile gone, and asked, "What?"

“yeah!, and she didn’t seem to mind. At all”

"someone pushed my daughter?" Your lips trembled, and tears welled up in your eyes.

"She was fine," Chris said, laughing. "No!, Some kid is bullying my daughter," you say, looking at your daughter, who has an ice cream in her face and is unfazed by anything!

"How come you're crying?"

"What do you expect from me when another kid shoves my daughter around?" You cried, your kids were staring at you strangely, and you weren't sure if it was the hormones or the fear of your baby girl being bullied that made you weep.

"I thought it was amusing..." Chris stared at you, puzzled, and requested a passing waitress to bring another bowl of ice cream to the table.

"Vanilla please," you said as you stared at them sniffling. The waitress nodded and returned to the kitchen.

You returned your gaze to your daughter. "Are you alright, sweetheart? You weren't hurt by the boy? Right?”

The young girl looked at your eyes, which were quite identical to hers, and batted her long lashes at you, saying, "no mommy, I'm fine." She gave you a happy face.

You returned your gaze to Chris. "My kids are too good for this world"

"That's why I'm planning to have more," Chris joked he continues "You're so cute and hot at the same time when you're protective of our kids,"

#chris evans #chris evans x woc!reader #chris evans x black women #chris evans x fluff #chris evans x plus size reader #chris evans x poc!reader #chris evans x desi!reader #chris evans x wife!reader #chris evans x you #chris evans imagine #dad!chris evans #chris evans x mom!reader

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what-the-dark-has-foretold · 3 years ago

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The Downfall of Earth

Nikolai x fem!reader, implied (main?) Fyodor x fem!reader

My Navigation is here.

Warnings: toxic!Fyodor? (Reader is punished for questioning his plan/morals), reader wears a dress/skirt, dubcon (kinda (?) implied that Fyodor knows the reader wants it, but she is not specifically asked. She does want it though), penetrative sex (with Niko), some sadism?, fyodor = god?, degradation, humiliation, exhibitionism/voyeurism (Fyodor watches), spit, some impact play, reader passes out (after sex), a bit of praise at the end, (beginnings of) aftercare

Note: I looked up russian petnames on actual "learning russian" websites, however, I am not russian so if it still sounds weird, please let me know 😊

Edit: changed one sentence because it felt off

Wordcount: 597

Fyodor sat on his chair, leaning towards the table, calm voice explaining the intricate plans signifying the downfall of earth - or at least the sinners inhabiting it. Nikolai was draped over the round, wooden surface, his arms sprawled over its sides. His head perked up as he noticed you enter the room. His smile widened as you walked closer, but quickly turned into a pout as you first came to a halt next to his old friend. Then, slowly leaning back, he watched you finally nearing his spot, as you looked over the plans cluttering the table.

"I don't think that they are sinners."

Oh, sweet, sweet naivity he dubbed you.

Fyodor's gaze snapped up, eyes cold and stone set on your frame. Devoid of all sympathy. He said something in russian, but before the translation hit you, Nikolai had already grabbed you, bend you over the table and lifted your skirt to cut your panties off.

"Fuck her into submission, Nikolai."

You shuddered, eyes wide and heart racing at the sudden change of atmosphere. You could barely stutter out a word, before you felt Nikolai at your entrance. Everything was so hot, you could feel Fyodor's unforgiving gaze on you, simply watching your frame - no doubt pathetic - tears in your eyes before his friend had even started.

Nikolai sunk into you with a single thrust. The stretch had your hands frantically searching for a hold, but he only put a hand on your back, pressing you down against the hard surface, starting to thrust fast and rough, his near manical laughter hitting your already ringing ears.

You gasped everytime he hit home, as if your body was trying to catch up with breathing, but being unable to. You could barely see now through all of your tears.

Then you felt a soft, cold hand reach to tilt up your face. Nikolai's savage thrusts had your body harshly jolting against the table, and your mouth opened into a broken scream.

For a moment, in your delirious state, you could swear you saw a god. Blurry, but divine. Spit hit your face a second later.

Your mind caught back up with your surroundings and instead of the ringing in your ears you could now hear the fast slaps of skin against skin. And louder even Nikolai's crude descriptions.

Suddenly, you could feel him lean down, his warm breath hitting your ear:

"Such a good whore for us, huh?"

You couldn't do anything but squeeze your eyes shut. You felt your orgasm nearing. And with you regaining your senses with two sharp slaps Nikolai delivered to your ass when he straightened his back again, you finally came. Eyes wide, electricity running through your body and a scream stolen from your honeyed lips.

As your body settled, feeling tired, cheek pressed against the table, you could feel Nikolai's thrusts slow, hands starting to softly carress your back.

"You did so well, Milaya," you heard Fyodor murmur before pressing a kiss to your temple, as your world slowly faded to black.

You woke up with your head in Fyodor's lap and legs lightly massaged by an oddly quiet Nikolai. The latter smiled at you, as he noticed your open eyes. You realised that you were completely cleaned up and wrapped in warm and comforting clothes.

"Well hello there, Solnishko," Nikolai hummed, leaning forward a bit, warmth in his gaze.

"Ah, you are awake? Then drink some of my tea while I read something for you, hmm, Milaya?"

You lifted your head to see Fyodor looking down at you, fondness dancing in his eyes.

#fyodor x reader #fyodor bsd #fyodor dostoyevsky bsd #fyodor smut #nikolai gogol bsd #nikolai x reader #nikolai smut #nikolai bsd #fyodor x reader x nikolai #smut #what-the-dark-has-foretold #mdni #cafe employee #tw dubcon

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subwaysurf45 · 4 years ago

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Code Star

Summary: a code word you and Bucky share is used; but it’s not in a good way.

Warning: panic attack, ripping out hair, addiction(little bit)

Words: 2030

Masterlist!

"Agent. Agent. Copy agent?" Friday spoke through the speakers in your room, it was louder than normal and also in the middle of the night which was the reason you woke up with a gasp.

"C-copy," you spat out, you typically sleep with your mouth open, so it gets dry when you first wake.

"Mr. Barns is calling you, he says it's 'code star'." Your stomach dropped, from all the adrenaline from waking up with a scare and the code, you sprinted down the hall way.

It was late and you were in the kitchen, you were trying to separate from your sleeping pills because during your last mission you couldn't sleep because you forgot them, you were addicted to them. So you needed to take a step back, learn to fall asleep on your own.

After asking around there was a tea Wanda recommended, it was lavender tea and she said it's the best with honey. You were currently steeping your bag and had honey beside you.

You took the soggy bag out and turned to the compost bin, after dropping it in and turned around you almost slipped because Bucky was right there.

Standing frozen. Dead face. Staring at you.

"Jesus fucking Christ!" You yelled, not caring if it woke someone up, "what's wrong with you?" You realized you clutched at your heart through your sweater.

He was on the other side of the island, but he seemed to be leaning over a bit, he looked down at your steaming mug and then back at you.

"I- I was going to say hi and then I liked the smell of your tea and then when you turned I looked up at you, I-I didn't mean to freak you out, that must have been really scary, sorry." He looked down into the cup again. "What is it?" He finally asked.

You let your guard down a bit, "lavender," you never looked away from him, "and honey." That was the most he'd ever said to you since he showed up two months ago, he stayed in his room the first month.

"Nice," he nodded, his metal arm coming up and rubbing the back of his neck.

"There's extra water, I can make you one." You knew he was going to ask for your cup, but you really need to hit the sack.

His face lit up in the dark, "perfect!" He half smiled.

You poured the other cup and steeped the another bag, then added honey as well. You both stayed where you were on either side of the island.

"Why are you up?" He asked while blowing on the tea, his voice was below normal level.

"Just can't sleep," you sigh and look over to the common room, no one was there but you really didn't want to meet his eyes.

"I get that," he spoke awkwardly and looked over as well, thinking you were studying something.

"I'm-...I'm trying to get if sleeping pills my shit therapist prescribed for me," you looked back at him, his eye brows raised and his head tilted forty-five degrees.

"Sleeping pills?"

"Insomnia."

"Oh..." he spoke to himself and looked down again, his thumb rubbing the smooth ceramic handle of the blue mug that wasn't his. "I get nightmares." He stated blankly, but he didn't look up at his statement.

"Is it..." you tried to find the right words to not trigger him, "before the war, like America...or later on…in life...?" You danced around the question, Steve had told you mentioning certain things can get Bucky really freaked out.

"My mind," he laughed sarcastically, "it likes to mix the two," he pulled one side of his mouth tight.

"Double-whammy," you whispered, then froze at the sound of a giggle, Bucky chuckled. "What?"

"No-I-I just...I get that reference," he seemed proud, his face seemed to fall quickly though, circling back, "my arm is weird, it's like my human arm but the star," he points to the red, "is like sewn in, I don't know what it means but..." he trialed off.

"Well, if you need help, just call a code star, I'll come to your room and bring you some tea, how about that?" You smile.

"What? Like a friend?"

"Yeah, why not?"

"Okay," he smiled and nodded, "alright," his fingers drummed on the counter, "I'm gonna take this back to my room, but I'll remember that." He nodded and left, but caught himself at the corner to the rooms, "hey, agent," he spoke normal, you looked, "if you're gonna be my friend, don't ask 'what's wrong with me?', because trust me...I’ll talk you to your grave." He smirked.

“Noted, Sargent.” You’ve never seen him joke with you before, it felt comforting.

'Code star' had never been used for its newer purpose before, as the friendship and relationship grew 'code star' became 'code lavender', it happened after Bucky called 'code star' once while he was having a panic attack, you took so long to make the tea he was passed out by the time you showed up.

'Code lavender': make a tea, meet in the kitchen.

'Code star': panic attack, drop everything a come.

You sprinted down the hallway to the very last room, you could hear laboured breathing as you got closer. Typically you'd knock softly and come in quietly, not this time.

You whipped open the door to see Bucky staring slightly down on the edge of his bed, he was rocking back and forth as his fingers ripped and pulled on his long hair. His pupils blew wide and his lips curled causing his teeth to flash, he didn't even look up at you.

A loud bang from your knees hitting the hardwood didn't phase him either, you tired to duck down to meet his line of eye sight but you couldn't get down enough.

"Bucky, look at me!" You pulled his hands out of his hair, as you made him drop them to his side you found a pile of hair outside his thighs, "oh god," you whispered, your hand unlacing with his to pick up the locks, the free hand of his went straight back to tugging. "Don't do that, don't do that." You hushed and took it out again, a tuff came with it. "Bucky, look at me," you said calmer now, you needed to be the example. "Bucky, nod if you can hear me."

He didn't nod, his eyes stayed locked on your chest. They didn't move there, he was already looking there, it was like he was looking through you.

You kept his hands clumped in your right hand and your left hand began to trace around his face, starting at his cheeks that were dry, little circles led to cross the bridge the nose a couple times. You also started humming, a song you heard Bucky and Steve sing once while drunk and having fun.

His eye brows seemed to raise for a second at the tune, but he quickly fell back into his short shallow breathes. You kept going, your finger gently tracing his cleft chin, it was always something you pinched when joking around with him.

"Wake up, Bucky," you whispered after finishing the song, you started the tune again. His breathing seemed to slow a little and his almost black eyes moved around a bit, "there you go," you cupped his cheek, now just shifting your thumb back and forth. You didn't know if he'd start to pull his hair out again so you kept both the metal and flesh hand covered with your left.

His breathing went to normal, his rib cage expanding wide as he took voluntary breathes. His eyes were shut tight but you felt him lean into your hand that was still holding his cheek.

"Are you with me?" You asked softly, he leaned into your hand again, his hand slowly made it up to his face and he placed his hand over yours, gently guiding it down to his lips; his kisses to your palm were long and filled with their own language.

"I'm here," his voice cut out and became a breath, but you heard him. His eyes looked up before his head moved, he locked eyes with you and something changed.

It was like he was seeing you for the first time, eyes a little wide and confused; but knowing at the same time. They became misty the more he looked, he was never one to cry so he dropped his head to cover the tears.

"It's okay," you hushed, he dropped your hand and leaned forward, basically throwing his entire body weight onto you. You fell back to the floor and he cried in your chest, you saw some of his hair fall with him. "Let it out," your arms wrapped around him and began to rub all along his back, huge, gentle, soothing rubs.

"I-I killed you all," his voice sounded like a dog panting from his short breathes that came when he talked, "I- couldn't s-stop," his 's' slithered like snakes as he tries get sufficient air and talk.

"We're all here, just a dream." It was the same mantra, "we're all here, you're safe, it was a nightmare, you're out of it now. There you go, big breathes, you're doing great, you're a pro at this, keep breathing." You let the broken record play, he seemed to get smaller at every praise.

He sat up and leaned against the bed, Bucky pulled his sleeve around his fist to hold it tight. When he wiped his face it was aggressive, like he was mad at himself. He just stared at you like he always did, you were alway involved in his dreams so he needed to look at you to stay grounded.

"Sorry," his 's' still slurred, "I-...I'm sorry," he wanted to say something else, you could hear it in his tone. His head dropped, Bucky almost fell over at the sight of his hair, "did I do that?" He asked, his nose turned up.

All you did was nod, any verbal answer would've sounded almost grossed out or accusatory. He sighed and looked between the hair and you, he wanted to say something, he'd already stopped himself once.

"Tell me," you whispered.

"I want to cut my hair," Bucky responded softly, "I-I also want to sleep on the floor from now own." He seemed ashamed of the second ask.

"You like the cold?" You tried to figure him out.

"That and it's...comforting...I think," Bucky scratched his head, his metal hand slowing at the thin spot from tugging, "it just grounds me, I'm not used to fluffy things- nicer things."

"How about a mattress pad, you're back will scream at you in the morning." You tried to lighten the mood, he smiled a bit and then nodded. "How about you come sleep in my room tonight, just so I can keep an eye on you and if you want to sleep on my firm mattress you can hop on, how's that?" You stood and held your hand out, Bucky nodded and clapped his metal hand to yours.

You led him down the hallway and to your room, it was really quiet and almost off putting. You slept barefoot so the sound of soft footsteps from your feet was the only thing you heard, Bucky wore socks.

He went straight to your bed and felt the mattress, both hands pressing down on it to see the give it has. You felt a little happy when he was nodding in a positive way; his bottom lip also pouted out.

Bucky slipped in and you joined as well, he stayed still for a while, on his back and staring at the ceiling.

"Y'know, you can cuddle," you whispered, without another second to blink Bucky's face rested on your chest, his arm circled your body completely in a tight hug. Your hands found their way to his back and to his hair, softly lulling him to sleep, "I'll cut your hair in the morning."

"Love you," he murmured.

#bucky barns fluff #bucky oneshot #bucky x y/n #bucky barnes #fatws bucky #bucky x reader #bucky fluff #bucky x female reader #bucky barns

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hotwings0203 · 4 years ago

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HOWDY!! how are u doing?? Its that person who asked if you would write something for that deku imagine that @candy-hime wrote, about you and deku forced to live together and you corrupting him it could be you or reader but I just love that concept of corrupted! Deku 😩🙏🏾💕💕

Thank you, have a nice day/night!! 😪💜

OH HI HAHAHA MASSIVE BET, I think I’ll do a little bit of both. This will probably be a little self indulgent but I’ll still put it as an “x reader”!

Tw:noncon, misogyny, the reader is a bitch, vouyerism

It was a dare by your friends to live with Izuku Midorkya for a month if you really could handle any type of man.

You’ve dealt with Hawks’ cocky nature, Shoto’s bland comebacks, Bakugo’s constant state of rage- you’ve done it all. Any type of scummy or tiring man a girl has to date you’ve seen in all of these men. They’re practically walking red flags.

Until you’re forced to room with Deku for a whole freaking month.

You just don’t get him! Why is he always so cheery? What the fuck is he smiling about? And who the hell is he baking for? There’s only two of you in the house, it’s not like you’re his girlfriend or anything.

You don’t buy it. There has to be some kind of catch to all this facade of a gentleman.

“Hey, Y/N?” He knocks on your ajar door and peeks his cute little face in. “Did you have dinner yet? I was gonna eat but then I thought I’d have some ramen with you-“

“Did I say you could enter?” You slowly lift your head up from your laptop and glare at him. “Are you some kind of pervert? What if I was changing?”

“N-no! I’m so sorry, I should’ve let you answer first, I just wanted to see if you were hungry-“

“God, what are you, my dad? Is that what you want? For me to call you Daddy?” Sneering, you jump up from your bed and stall towards the door.

Deku stumbles over his feet to retreat after seeing the look on your face. “No! Not at all, what? Come on, I didn’t mean any harm-“

“Yeah? Then knock before you enter closet perv.” And with that, you slam the door mere inches away from his startled face as hard as you can, uncaring if the low this on the other side of the wood was his connection to it swinging shut.

“What a fucking brown-noser,” you mutter loud enough for him to hear.

It’s odd how long you wait behind the door before you can hear his footsteps retreat.

A week later you decide to amp it up a notch. There’s no way he’s so fucking green, there’s gotta be some twisted thing inside him that makes him tick.

And so on the day of his turn to do laundry, you decide to dump your fanciest and sluttiest undergarments into the laundry basket.

He’s in some dorky apron when you catch him kneeling over the bag, ruffling through clothes and spraying them with detergent like the good little boy he is.

You perch on the couch behind the laundry room and wait. He doesn’t hear a thing with his headphones blasting some stupid happy-go-lucky songs in his ears.

Eventually he pulls out your lace g-string, and stares at the crumpled mass in confusion. He unravels the lace and stares at it for a good minute or two in surprise you think.

But nonetheless, like the chivalrous man he is, he shakes his head and slaps his reddening cheeks to get over the shock before reaching for the spray.

This was your cue.

You make sure to sound out of breath and extra irritated when you flounce over to his kneeling form and snatch the garment out of his hands.

He jumps a bit and takes his headphones off when he sees your hand descending.

“Oh, it’s just you. You scared me for a sec’ there,” he laughs sheepishly and rubs his neck. “I was just doing the laundry, sorry if that looked weird.”

“Looked weird? You’re fucking disgusting, Dick-u. I’ve been looking for these for days now, and where do I find them? In your grubby little hands.”

His jaw drops open.

“Huh? No, you’ve got it all wrong! It was in the basket, I swear! You must have misplaced it by accident or something.”

“Oh, so now you’re calling me a liar? You think I’m crazy or something? Im not the one sniffing girls’ panties!”

He frantically waves his hands to negate your accusation but you merely spit on the floor next to him.

“Don’t touch my shit again you fucking freak. Go buy a pocket pussy or something since you can’t keep it in your pants.”

At this, he pinches his eyebrows together and starts getting up.

“Hold on, what’re you being so aggressive for? I told you, they were just in here, I’m not that kind of guy.”

He steps towards but you don’t back down. Rather, you jab a finger in his toned chest and bring yourself face-to-face with him.

“Dont fucking walk up to me like that you douche. You’re the one in the wrong here, so I wouldn’t be so aggressive, like you said. Come at me like that again and I’ll fuck you up.”

With the lace in hand, you barely contain your smirk as you storm back into your room, relishing in how Izuku stands like a statue in the same place as you left him, his hands curiously curling into fists and his nostrils inflated.

But behind the safety of your door, he doesn’t continue any shenanigans.

He stays relatively quiet and out of sight for a couple of days, and you start to get bored again.

So this time, you put all your cards on the table and do a double whammy.

One night you call Katsuki, a fuck buddy of yours for a while and use him to help you get off.

You’re not really horny, but the blond side does have a way of getting you there. Luckily, your room is right next to Deku’s so your plan is executed to the best extent.

“Katsuki, oh Katsuki, please. Fuck, fuck yeah, ‘wanna hear you cum for me baby, I want you to bruise my cervix,” you babble loudly as you shove two fingers in your pussy and use your thumb to press on your clit.

“Yeah, you fucking whore, you like that? You like knowing that a shitty nerd like him’s prolly getting off to you calling my name like a slut? I bet you do, keep fucking yourself to my voice, do it otherwise I’ll bruise your ass black and blue when this month’s over.”

“Kat-Katsuki please fuck meeee dadddyyyyy oh fuck-Kacchan!” You cry out and cum violently around squelching fingers.

You put the phone down for a moment to catch your breath, but hear nothing from the other room.

Your face falls as Bakugo rambles on the other end. You hang up with him mid-sentence and remove your fingers from your legs, licking it off absentmindedly and thinking of your next move.

The next morning, you don the tiniest pairs of shorts you have in your closet that accentuates the shape of your ass and the skimpiest bra you can find that shows a peek of the top of your nipples.

You tie your hair up and amble out into the kitchen where he already is, reading something on his his phone and sipping form a black mug.

He barely darts his eyes and lifts the corners of his mouth in a hesitant greeting when he sees what you’re wearing.

He chokes on his drink and does a massive double take, juice spilling from his open mouth.

You raise an eyebrow and smooth your baby hairs, rolling your eyes and walking behind him to grab your own cup.

“See something you like?” Water trickling is the only sound in the room apart from your quip.

“Uh, n-no. Just swallowed wrong I guess.”

“Wonder why,” you drawl with a bored voice and edge closer to his back.

He’s hunched over, mindlessly scrolling too-fast on his phone to be deemed as actually reading anything. You recognize this form of coping from people like yourself who try to find distractions at parties where you don’t know people, just flipping through tabs to look like you’re actually doing something.

As you walk around him again, you make sure to train your eyes on his own, hounding he out for the moment he slips.

And slip he does, but only after you pretend to stretch and lift your self on your tippy toes in front of him, your shorts hiking up to show some cheek.

It’s only for a moment, but while the cup is against his mouth and his phone in his hand, his eyes dart to the exposed skin, then back up to your triumphant eyes.

“I knew it.”

He sighs and puts his cup down. “Knew what?”

“That you were a sick little virgin who gets off on staring at girls.”

“Y/N, I wasn’t-“

“I also know,” you raise your voice above his and slowly walk over to the table on the other side across from him, leaning forward and making sure that your tits squish together as you drop them on the countertop, “that last night you were totally listening to me on the phone with Bakugo. I heard your grunts and disgusting fapping noises. You don’t have to make it so obvious that you don’t get any.”

And this time, regardless of his indignation and frustration, he can’t stop himself from watching your hands trail up the sides of your bra and slowly drag the material down, down, down until your perfect breasts spill out and embrace the cold granite.

You honestly have no idea if he jacked off to last night’s call or not, but he doesn’t seem to be denying anything.

His mouth opens the widest you’ve even seen it. His face is beet red, and he visibly starts to perspire.

Your hands mold the soft skin and squeeze until your nipples swell and peek out from between your ruthless fingers, but you still look as bored and slightly curious as ever.

“This is all you’re ever gonna get, you sad incel. Take a good long look at them since I know this is what you’ve been wanting this entire time now.”

His mouth opens and closes, but no sound comes out.

When he groans and starts to bring his down down between his legs, you strike.

“I guess I really was right. You’re not some nice guy, it was all a facade. Can’t wait to tell everyone how fucked in the head you are.” His vision starts to clear as you sneer at him again and start packing your tits back where they belong.

As you turn around, you call out over your shoulder, “Oh, and by the way? You whimper like a little bitch.”

It’s silent as you walk with your head held high back to your room, sure that you had broken him and that he was going to take his loss with his own held low.

You don’t really expect to hear the thunderous sounds of someone dragging their chair away and positively sprinting towards you.

You turn halfway and your eyes widen as you see him barreling towards you with the most terrifying expression you’ve ever seen on him.

“What the fu-“

But you don’t get a chance to finish your exclamation, because Deku body slams you onto your bed and immediately seized your wrists above your head. You can feel his hard-on rub against your mound as he straddles your flailing body and keeps you pinned between his muscles calves.

“Get off of me, are you fucking crazy?” You scream and toss your head side to side, trying to arch your back to throw him off of you-which only succeeds in pressing your mound against his.

“You teasing slut. All I’ve done is try to play nice with you, but you just had to fucking push it, didn’t you?” He rages quietly, his arms shaking in effort not to snap your wrists in half. You still as his jaw clenches and trembles, his green hair hanging over his eyes that reflect nothing but malice and hate.

You’re scared. For the first time this entire month with him, you want him away from you and off of you.

“Look, I-I messed up, I know, I’m sorry-“

“-You’re sorry?” He laughs high pitched and you cringe when he thrusts his face towards yours, practically brushing noses and seeing his bloodshot crazed eyes.

“Yeah, you will be sorry. After today, you won’t ever fuck with me again. Or at least want to. I’ll do whatever the hell I want with you though since that’s what you’ve been so hellbent on achieving, right?”

His scarred hands waste no time in yanking down your bra the same way you did before, except much less gentler than you did by yourself.

“No, no, Deku please, I’m really sorry, I don’t know what I was thinking.” You whimper and struggle again beneath him, which is promptly stopped with a loud squeal when he pinches your nipple.

“Shut up. Wanton bitches like you don’t get to beg for mercy.”

He smirks and lets his tongue flop onto your strained neck, slobbering like a dog all over you.

“This is what you wanted right? For me to put you in your place and fuck your needy hole? And you had the audacity to call me disgusting,” he laughs and draws back, mocking your wobbling lips.

“Oh, oh baby don’t cry,” he holds both your wrists in one hand and uses the other to caress your cheek, slapping it hard when you turn away from his touch. “You’re just gonna get what’s coming to you.”

He indicates what he means by grinding his hips against the front of your shorts, snickering as you whimper and dipping his fingers below the hem, teasing you cruelly.

“Whose whimpering like the bitch now, huh?”

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Out of the Eddie Closet - Chapter 6

Eddie Brock X Venom X Female!Reader

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You clung tight to Venom as he basically bulldozed his way across the rooftops, leaving some fairly impressive destruction behind. Obviously, the construction businesses in San Francisco were going to be busy, what with all the cracked and broken brickwork and dented rooftops he was leaving in his wake.

It didn't take long before he landed on the rooftop of an older apartment building, a hiss leaving him as he took stock of the other buildings around the two of you. Or was it three? You had no real idea if Eddie was talking to Venom or not, though if your brief 'melding' with Venom gave you any clues, you at least knew that Eddie was watching from the inside out.

The rooftop access door was fairly torn off its hinges, a huge dent from a kick visible in the warped metal. Obviously Venom and Eddie really had left in a hurry after you'd hung up.

"Morsel?"

You realized you'd been staring at the dented door for too long, blinking as you tore your gaze away from it and looked up at Venom, who tilted his head at you in askance. "Sorry. I just... didn't realize. How powerful you are, I mean."

"Strong enough to keep you safe," he rumbled as he strode forward, ducking and turning a little to the side to fit through the access door. "Have to be quiet now, don't want anyone to see us."

You nervously gnawed on your lower lip as Venom hopped down three flights of stairs before coming to a stop on the fifth floor, pausing by the door to listen. One inky tendril extended from his side to silently open the stairwell access, and you couldn't help the little gasp of surprise that left you when he rushed forward, going to the end of the hall and hip checking an apartment door open.

"Told you we wouldn't be seen, Eddie," Venom boasted as he kicked the door closed, another appendage reaching back to lock the door while he carried you deeper into the bachelor apartment.

It was fairly clean. The kitchen area and a small breakfast table near the entrance, with a couch and tv set up in the middle of the apartment. Further in, you spied a double bed partially hidden behind a large bookcase that was being used as a divider.

And then... "Are those chickens?"

Venom rumbled happily as he gently set you down on the couch, taking your backpack from you and throwing it in the direction of the bed. "This is Sonny, and this is Cher!"

Two tendrils deposited the chickens into your lap. You kind of froze - you'd never really had pets, never mind actual chickens. One of them pecked at the logo on your tee shirt, the other balancing on your knee and making little cooing noises at Venom, who grinned and pet it on the head with a dulled talon.

God your life was weird now.

Tentatively, you rose a hand and smoothed your palm down ones - you thought it was Cher's - feathered back, meeting curious golden eyes as the bird rose its head to look at you. "Um... where did you find chickens? Oh God, Venom you're not keeping them as snacks are you?"

He looked horrified. "No! No. Sonny and Cher are friends. I wouldn't eat them. Besides, tiny brains. Not very filling."

"Right..." Sonny jumped off your knee to scavenge around the couch, and you idly continued petting Cher, who made little chicken noises and actually cuddled up to you. "They are kinda cute."

"Hah! See, Eddie? I told you she'd like them! Morsel is very kind. Unlike you, who calls them 'Walmart chickens'."

Okay, yeah, you knew asking would probably be a bad idea, but you had to know. "Walmart chickens?"

Venom huffed in annoyance, picking up Sonny, who bawked in surprise. "He says they are runts, which is why the other chickens were picking on them at the slaughter house. Does this not look like a real chicken to you? She's small, but she has feelings!"

You reared back a little as Venom thrust the chicken forward so it was beak to nose with you, Sonny looking a little confused as to why he was almost being shoved up your left nostril.

Cher, annoyed that you'd stopped petting her, extended her neck and pecked Venom on the hand, hard. Whereupon Sonny was dropped onto your lap again, Venom shaking his hand with a grumble while Sonny and Cher started a little pecking match on your lap.

Finally, Cher delivered the winning peck. Sonny let out a shrill sort of noise, leapt off your lap with a flourish of feathers, and ran off towards the bedroom. Cher, once again the only chicken on your lap, made an innocent cooing noise, then nudged at you with her head in a bid for more pets.

What the fuck.

"Cher! Don't pick on Sonny like that. She's sensitive," Venom reprimanded sternly, and you idly wondered if he actually expected the bird to answer. Hell, the symbiote was an alien, maybe he spoke chicken.

Cher nudged at you again, and you numbly returned to petting her, the soft feathers tickling your palm.

Once again, you must have stayed quiet for too long, because Venom crouched down to be closer to your eye level, a worried sort of noise leaving him as he lay a huge hand on your left knee. "Morsel?"

"Sorry," you murmured, meeting his opaline gaze with a tired attempt at a smile. "I'm... I'm just kinda done with today."

He nodded, then tilted his head a little before speaking. "Eddie says you can have the bed."

"What? No, you two don't have to do that. I can take the couch, honest. I don't want to force you guys out of your own bed."

"Eddie says-- Oh, screw this, I'm not a goddamn messenger."

You blinked as Venom suddenly receded into Eddie's body, exposing the man to the outside world once again. Eddie rolled his eyes, then ran a hand through his hair before looking at you.

"The couch, it kinda sucks to sleep on," Eddie told you with an apologetic shrug. "The bed's more comfortable. Besides... I gotta do some work, and I don't wanna keep you up."

"You sure?"

"Positive," he answered, standing up from his crouch and holding a hand out to you.

Gently setting Cher to the side, much to the chicken's displeasure, you took Eddie's hand, letting him tug you up onto your feet. He steadied you when you wobbled a little, Venom reaching out as well, a tendril lashing around your waist.

"Sorry," you murmured. "I'm tired."

"It's okay. We know you've been through a hell of a ordeal. And Vee says that what he did with your brain chemistry might start wearing off soon. So, if you're dizzy, that's why. So let's get you into bed, huh?"

Eddie helped you circle the metal bookshelf, then over to the bed. Neither he or Venom let you go until you sat down on the edge of the mattress, and you tried to protest when he knelt to undo the laces of your sneakers, giving up when he merely shot a roguish smile your way and continued what he was doing.

"There you go," he said as he set your sneakers aside and rose to his feet, gesturing for you to get into the bed.

Exhausted, both physically and emotionally, you obeyed, swinging your legs up onto the mattress and lying down, sighing softly when Eddie pulled the blankets up and over you, tucking you in.

"You need anything, we'll be right over there, okay?"

"Thank you... Both of you. I... I don't want to think about what would have happened if you two--"

"Hey, no. None of that," Eddie frowned when tears gathered in your eyes. He sat on the edge of the bed and reached out, slowly, as if you were a frightened cat, to gently brush the wetness from your cheeks. "Look, I have no clue where this is gonna go, you and us, but you're safe with us, okay? I promise. We promise. Okay?"

You nodded, silently. You'd seen what Venom could do, you had no qualms about believing that he would get very violent towards anyone who would hurt you. "Okay."

"Try to sleep," he murmured, leaning down to press a chaste kiss to your forehead. "You'll feel better once you get some rest."

You nodded again, silently watching as he rose and turned to leave, Venom extending a tendril to wave at you as Eddie headed towards the little desk you'd spied earlier.

Now that you were lying down, you could feel how exhausted you really were. Even your bones felt heavy.

Sighing, you rolled onto your left side so you were facing the wall, and curled up a little. The bed smelled like Eddie, and you drank it in as you got comfortable, tucking the pillow into a better position under your head. Dimly, you could hear Eddie murmuring to Venom, trying to reassure the symbiote that you were quite capable of sleeping on your own.

A tired smile tugged at your lips as you closed your eyes, sleep at the edge of your mind, tugging you downwards into darkness.

Only for the image of gun barrel to flash into your thoughts, jerking you awake.

Your heart hammered in your chest as you snapped your eyes open, staring at a brick wall, reassuring yourself that Gabriel was, indeed, not standing in front of you with a gun.

Goddammit, even in death that asshole was still tormenting you.

And he was dead, you reminded yourself. Venom had seen to that. You'd seen it. Gabriel dead on the floor of your apartment, minus a head.

You knew that you were traumatized, that it would be a long time before you could heal from what Gabriel had done to you. But you were safe. Intellectually, you knew it. Emotionally... well. That was the problem, wasn't it?

Shivering, you clutched the blankets close. Tried again to sleep, and again, as soon as you drifted close to slumber, your mind recalled the worst of what Gabriel had done to you, jerking you wide awake again as you moved to protect your ribs from a remembered kick.

Goddammit.

You rose your right hand to muffle the sob that threatened to rip its way out of your throat, eyes clenching shut as tears fell. The fear you'd felt before crashed into you, and you shuddered, going into a full fetal position, trying to make yourself as small as possible.

Didn't even notice Venom until warmth touched the back of your neck, his presence blooming in your mind as he seeped into you. He didn't speak, merely rumbled in your thoughts, tendrils extending from your sides and wrapping around you.

I could use that hug now, you thought to him, shivering when you felt him pool out of you, forming his body, attached to your back, as he took his full form. Arms wrapped around you from behind, pulling you up against his chest, Venom's chin coming to rest on the top of your head.

Better, sweet one?

You sniffled a little and nodded, hearing his low, vicious, purr in your mind as he nuzzled at your hair, his arms tightening around you. Thank you.

Want me to help you sleep? A tendril extended from the back of his arm to gently wipe your tears away, caressing your cheek afterwards. I've helped Eddie with his nightmares, I can help you with yours.

Do you mind?

A huff left him, Venom nuzzling at your hair again. Silly. I offered didn't I?

I know, you thought, sniffling a little as you leaned back into his bulk, reassured by the feel of Venom's arms giving you a gentle squeeze. I just... I feel so fucking useless.

He hissed in your ear, fangs nipping at you warningly. None of that. You are human, and you were attacked. This is normal. Things will feel better after you rest. No nightmare will dare haunt you while I'm here.

Thank you, Venom.

You are welcome. Sleep.

Shivering a little at the low, unearthly, rumble that vibrated out of him and into you, you closed you eyes. Were worried that sleep wouldn't come, but Venom purred into your thoughts a final time, and darkness took you.

You have no idea how long you slept. One moment you'd been afraid and unsure and needing Venom's reassurance, the next you had a chicken pecking you in the forehead.

Grumbling, you swatted at the small beak that bonked you again, then grabbed the edge of the blanket and pulled it up over your head, dislodging the bird, who gave a surprised 'bawk!'.

"Leave morsel alone, Sonny," Venom rumbled, and you peered out from under the blanket as he used a tendril to relocate the bird onto the floor.

The apartment was bathed in bright sunlight, sounds of traffic and people and the general buzz of the city drifting in through the open windows. Yawning, you mumbled a sleepy, "Whattimes'it?"

"A little past one in the afternoon," the symbiote answered as he ducked his head to nuzzle at the side of your neck, licking at your pulse. "Mmmm. Eddie left to go get food. He'll be back soon. How do you feel, sweet one? Better?"

You took stock of yourself. Yeah, you felt rested. And your thoughts didn't feel... brittle. At least you didn't feel like screaming until your voice gave out anymore, which, y'know, was a bonus. The memories were still there, but not as close to the surface, and you felt as if you could handle them without breaking.

"Yeah," you said after a moment. "Yeah, I'm okay."

"Good." Purring Venom continued nuzzling at you, fangs gentle against your skin as he playfully nipped at you. "I made sure to keep you safe."

Blinking, you twisted a little, trying to meet his gaze. "You didn't sleep?"

"I don't need sleep. Well, not the way you do. I can go into a dormant state to heal, or if there's a long journey with no food available. But otherwise, I'm always aware." Another tendril rose, your phone held in it. "I watched some YouTube and beat your high score on mahjong while you were sleeping."

"Bastard," you muttered, though there was no real anger in your voice, and the wave of amusement you sent him made him chuckle.

"Aw, poor morsel," Venom teased, dropping your phone onto the bed and then using that same tendril to coax you to turn your face towards his as leaned over you, licking at your lips. "Should I kiss it all better?"

Your traitorous thoughts went 'yes', and before you could stop him with a rational argument, he captured your mouth. The hungry growl he loosed vibrated into you, pulling a soft moan from you as you felt him clutch you close.

Only when you needed to breathe did he pull away, licking at your cheek as you took in a shuddering breath, feeling his amusement in your mind as you tried to wrangle your libido under control.

"You have got to quit doing that," you panted, flushed and dazed.

He chuckled, bunting his forehead to yours before hugging you again, tucking you close to his chest. "We both like it far too much for me to stop," he purred, and you hated that he was right. "Still... it'd be far more fun if Eddie was here too."

You shivered at the implications. "I know you love him, but I don't know him well enough to just jump into bed with him on a whim."

"You humans, always making things more complicated."

"Things are complicated. I don't know him, Venom. It's not like humans have, like, this brainshare thing that symbiotes have. It takes time for us to learn enough about each other to get to the point of wanting to go to the next level."

"Meh."

"'Meh' all you want. You can't force a relationship."

"No. Not force. Never force." And you could feel his grim determination to never be like what Gabriel had been like. "But maybe I could do something about the learning thing. Remember what I said about sharing thoughts?"

"That sounds hugely overwhelming."

"You're not overwhelmed right now."

"True. But I think that's your doing."

"Not as much as you think, morsel." He paused, then rose himself on an arm, opal eyes narrowing at he glared at the apartment door. Only the sound of keys halted the dangerous growl that was building up in him, and you blinked at the recognition and joy that bloomed in Venom's thoughts as Eddie walked into the apartment. "I smell McDonalds!"

You laughed a little as Venom started to nudge and poke at you with his talons, the symbiote gently prodding at you to get you out of bed, all the while whining about wanting chicken nuggets.

"Easy there, Vee," Eddie laughed, pausing to lock the door before he kicked off his sneakers and walked over to the bed. You were sitting up by the time he reached you, trying to make your hair look presentable and then smiling as he met your amused gaze. "Hey. How're you feeling?"

"Better," you admitted, swatting at Venom when he gave up on trying to get you to leave the bed and instead lashed a tendril out to snatch one of the two McDonald's bags out of Eddies hands, nearly knocking the tray of coffees to the floor. "Thanks for, uh, lunch, is it?"

"Brunch," he said, moving to sit on your side of the bed, waiting until you'd crossed your legs to make some room for him before he claimed a spot. "Vee told me you like the breakfast sandwiches so I got you a couple. And coffee. Two sugars, one milk right?"

You sent a semi-annoyed side eye at Venom, who had ripped open a twenty piece of chicken nuggets, spearing five of them - one onto each talon - before curling his tongue around one of them at a time and pulling them into his fanged maw, swallowing them whole.

The look you gave the symbiote wasn't lost on Eddie, who chuckled. "I'll take that as a 'yes'. Here."

Sighing, you took the offered coffee, prying off the plastic cover and taking a lungful of the blessed smell before cautiously sipping at it. "Mmm. Thanks, Eddie. I needed this."

"Figured you'd be hungry," he smiled as he pulled out a wrapped up egg and sausage sandwich and held it out to you. "Especially while you're hosting, Vee."

"It's not that bad?" You took the offered sandwich and started unwrapping it. "I mean, I'm a little hungry, but not starving."

"That's probably because he, uh..."

"Ate Gabriel?" You thought it was a step in the right direction that you could say that without needing to scream.

"...yeah."

"This definitely rates up there on my weird-shit-o-meter," you chuckled before taking a bite of your breakfast, sighing happily at the taste.

"How high?"

"Well, it's not as bad as the BDSM Convention that invaded my Club two years ago... but definitely worse than the Klingon invasion of twenty-eighteen."

Eddie nearly snorted his egg McMuffin. "Klingon invasion?"

"There was a Star Trek convention at the hotel, like, two blocks away from my building, and I was the nearest dance club." You chuckled at the memory. "It was weird. Bunch of people singing ballads about 'Kahless', in Klingon, and waving foam weapons around. It was fun actually."

"Dare I ask about the BDSM?"

"Same hotel, and another convention. Lotsa leather, whips, chains, collars and other things that I don't wanna think of. Nice people though. Very polite. I think Maria hooked up with a dominatrix that night."

"Were they like those crazies at the rave? Because some of them were weird," Venom rumbled as tossed a final chicken nugget into the air and then lashed his tongue out to snatch it.

"It was a 'Day of the Dead' party," you chuckled. "Costumes are the norm."

"Still weird. Are you gonna eat that?"

"Yes I'm going to eat that! Dude, do not steal my food." You clutched your second McMuffin sandwich to your chest protectively, ignoring how Venom attempted to give you puppy-dog eyes. "...you can have my hashbrown."

"Good enough." A tendril rummaged into the second McDonald's bag and came out with a hashbrown. You merely quirked an eyebrow when it - wrapper and all - vanished behind his fangs.

"Vee, wrapper," Eddie reminded him, rolling his eyes when Venom coughed and spat out a wet paper wrapper. "Real charming there, bud."

"Blech."

Definitely weirder than the Klingons.

tbc

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Boundary [Dana’s 700 Special]

Track: Fever - Enhypen / TiO - Zayn / Close - Nick Jonas, Tove Lo

➣ Member: my og bias owo

➣ Genre: idol! ju x stylist! [fem] reader

➣ Warnings: swear words and if you squint, some smut

➣ Word Count: i’m like 100% sure it’ll be as long as accelerate [i was wrong it’s nowhere near but whatever]

➣ A/N: Thank you for 700 followers. You are all nothing but amazing ♡

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He’s going to be the absolute death of me.

The thought is loud in your head, and you were almost sure you would’ve blurted it out had the filming studio been empty. Breaking Dawn was blasting from the speakers behind the MV director, experimenting with some strange angles that you’ve never seen any other MV director try with the group before.

If you thought Reveal was dangerous, this might be worse.

“Okay! Let’s do that hook into the chorus first and we’ll see how that angle goes!”

“Breaking Dawn, I see-”

“Cut! Juyeon-” The director snorts while staring at the monitor from the camera. “That was great but um, we’ll need to rate the video if we release this one.”

Never mind. It is worse.

“Yah, Juyeon!”

“Ahh... seriously?”

“You already have enough screen time, why are you so greedy?!”

The members crowd around Juyeon and shove him playfully as the director films that part from the monitor, and brings his cellphone over to the group to see. You can barely hear the music from the phone, given how far you were standing from the filming area.

The group of 11 burst into loud yells and frustrated groans, with Younghoon and Chanhee giving their iconic ‘OoO’ faces to Juyeon. The main man chuckles, embarrassed, and shakes his head while waving it off.

“I didn’t intend to make it so suggestive, sorry!”

“It’s alright, that was great, really!” The director assures him. “It’s just that we can’t release that without rating the MV, and you guys don’t really have that kind of reputation yet so, we won’t do that for you guys now. But anyways, can we get a 10 minute break and we’ll pick up where we left off?”

The boys celebrate in unison, Eric immediately rushing off for the washroom, some members going to the staff to ask for their phones, others going for the monitor to check their progress and the remaining approaching their stylists for appearance maintenance.

So, when Juyeon approaches you with that sly-mixed-with-shame smile, you can’t help but to shake your head at him.

“Really? He asks you to go all out and you look like you want to eat the camera,” Pulling open your little kit, you set it on the table next to you. You pull out the comb and hairspray and start adjusting his hair again - all that dancing’s pushed some strands out of its rightful position.

“Aw, so you agree that I looked good enough?”

“What?” The pitch is higher than expected, but you hope your feigned annoyance camouflages the pinch of jealousy. “Please! The director said it’ll be rated!”

Juyeon laughs, standing with his feet a little more apart than natural for you to have easier access to his hair.

“Well, you’re the one who did my hair and makeup. If it’s anybody to blame, wouldn’t it be you?”

His words halt the sharp end of your comb in his hair, and you poke it into his scalp for good measure while puffing out your cheeks. He chuckles it off.

“Excuse you, sir, Cre.Ker gave me a color palette and a set of reference pics. Ever since they cracked the code with you with Reveal, they just won’t stop with this genre of style on you.”

“I mean... I definitely prefer my current style over what they did to me in Boy.”

The memory cooks up a bunch of images in your head, and you fail to stop the giggle that runs off your tongue when you return the comb to the kit.

“Aw, come on, that was cute,” Picking up a brow pencil, you fill in the tiny fade-out. “You were, what? 19? No reason for you to look as raunchy as you do now.”

“It’s a pity you only met me just before I become ‘raunchy’.”

“Why? I mean, ‘Juyeon’s not a good boy’ though. Raunchy’s closer to that than what you did pre-Reveal.”

“I meant it!” Juyeon widens his eyes and his brows shift up his forehead just as the tip of the brow pencil lifts off his skin. “I’m happy Cre.Ker’s letting us show what we want to.”

“And I’m happy for you too,” You finish up on his foundation where it’s starting to wear off. “But one day, you’re gonna cross a line and break some hearts.”

Juyeon smiles as you cap on all your equipment and close your kit. Resting one hand on your hip, you quickly give his hair one last poke before he resumes his normal standing position.

“What if I only want to break specific hearts though?”

A frown befalls your face and you forge an ugly look by crooking your lips. “What? Was that an attempt to flirt? Please stop,” Waving him off, you turn and pick up your kit, walking away on your heels as Juyeon tails you.

He’s just practising flirting on me at this point. Best friends and best friends for what? Get MY heart broken? PLEASE.

“Flirt with Kevin if you want, he’ll give you better advice,” You turn to the film area and sure enough, Kevin was busy twerking into the camera and Changmin’s just face palming himself.

“Oi Kevin! Stahb it!” You yell across the space and Changmin points to you, turning to yell at Kevin.

“Yah, even y/n’s telling you to stop!”

Chuckling, you turn into the dressing room as another hair stylist finishes with Sangyeon in the mirror.

“Hello sir, you look kinda tired today, are you resting well?”

“Don’t get me started. Schedule’s packed into June,” Sangyeon subtly shakes his head, but his stylist holds his cheeks and shifts his face back to face the mirror.

“Sangyeon, please face the mirror. It’s not my fault if your hair gets messed up again,” The hair stylist grins as he picks up the hairspray.

“Sorry,” Sangyeon blinks at him and purses his lips. Juyeon crashes into the two seater-sofa in the corner of the dressing room and groans tiresomely, resting his head on the top surface of the headrest.

“Well, you should get some rest before Kingdom kicks in,” You place the kit on the dressing table and sit down in the two-seater next to Juyeon. “It’s not going to be an easy fight, y’know.”

“Right! You used to be ATEEZ’s hairstylist!” Sangyeon’s eyes widen and you can see him struggling not to turn to you directly instead of trying to find you in the strangest angle of the reflection in the mirror.

“Yeah. Those guys are intense, and I mean intense! Six out of eight are known for performance skills and the other two... one produces 99% of their tracks and the other belts out notes even I can’t reach.”

“You sound like you were sent from KQ to intimidate us-” Sunwoo struts in and waves an annoying finger in your face.

“I’m not-” Swatting his finger away, Juyeon leans forward and pulls Sunwoo’s hand. “I’m just saying for good measure- it’s not going to be easy. Stray Kids is also going to be great competition, not to mention iKON and-”

“AhHH, we get it!” Sunwoo shushes you, swinging his hand with Juyeon’s.

“No matter the outcome, you all need to know that you guys were stellar last year. I was new then, but it was absolutely stunning to watch you guys work and put so much effort into your performances.”

“Oh my God, yeah, you could not shut up about the Danger performance,” Sangyeon cooes, letting his stylist finally finishes and shifts to pack the hair equipment.

“I’ll bet it’s cause your best friend over here got the most screen time,” Sunwoo perks up a mischievous brow and smirks at you.

Juyeon’s eyes widen and stares at the youngest, “I didn’t get the most screen time.”

“If not you then who?” Sangyeon butts in as he stands.

“Uh... Changmin?”

Sunwoo and Sangyeon go quiet.

“Yah, you had a good amount of screen time too!” Sangyeon turns and blurts out at Sunwoo, playfully shoving him.

“Y’all are being loud in here,” Kevin’s head pops out from beyond the door frame, one of his stylists tagging behind him and struggling to pat down his clothes.

“No, tell me if Sunwoo had more screentime than Changmin in Danger from last year,” Sangyeon wraps an arm around Sunwoo and slowly walks him out.

“What? I don’t know, Changmin had the opening and the dance break...”

Sangyeon’s hairstylist follows closely, and by instinct, he shuts the door behind him, leaving you with Juyeon in the dressing room. It’s humid, from all the lights turned on in the room, and the leather seat wasn’t the most comfortable thing to sit on.

Turning to Juyeon, his eyes are gently shut, and frankly, he looked like he was about to fall asleep. The backrest of the sofa sinks when you lean back, mimicking his position.

“You have like four minutes left so don’t even think of falling asleep.”

“I’m not sleeping,” He offers a tiny smile on his lips, eyes still shut.

“Sure, you’re not.”

“Wake me up when the director needs me.”

“You wish,” The leather under your legs squeak when you push yourself off, but he sticks out an arm at your stomach and pushes you back down. Judging by the miniscule smirk on his face, he’s just messing with you. “What do you think you’re doing? I have a job to do and you have a music video to film.”

He remains quiet. Someone shouts at Eric outside.

“You’re being fucking weird today, sir,” You lift a hand and grab his arm to move it away, but he swiftly wraps his fingers around your wrist and yanks you forward instead.

Using your palms to keep the distance between your faces, you’re hovering above him now, breath on his upper lip. The sweat’s begun to collect in the lines of your palms, stuck to the arm rest by his side and the cushion he’s leaning on.

Your vision immediately darts to his face upon the bold move, and he’s got that slight smile prancing on his lips when he’s thinking of a joke or something funny and doesn’t want to say it. It’s been a good year of being Juyeon’s best friend (apart from the members), so you’ve definitely grown to know how to read him by his actions.

You sigh, rolling your eyes and removing your legs from next to his thighs.

“Juyeon-”

And then he cuts you off by holding you in position with his arm around his waist, challenging your knees to hold you up - because if they buckled, you’ll land right on top of him.

“What the Hell do you think you’re doing?”

Knock knock

“y/n, are you done with Juyeon’s hair? Filming’s resuming!”

There’s an awkward tension between you and Juyeon now, with his eyes wide open and staring into yours, arm still around your waist. But having his nose just inches away from yours and his breath breathing down on your philtrum feels so surreal. It feels like it’s a dream that you’ve failed to pull yourself out from.

He parts his lips, then purses them, and sighs through his nose.

“Yeah, she’s done! I’ll be out in like, two seconds!”

Your gaze finds his and you’re panicking when he’s moving again. Within two seconds, you’re flat on your back on the length of the couch - and this time, he’s holding himself above you.

“What the- I-”

“We’ll continue this later back at the company, I promise,” Then he rounds your cheek and presses a kiss into your cheekbone instead.

He pulls back, offering you his kind smile and a ruffle into your hair for good measure. Nothing in your body is working when you hear him shuffle for the door, and it clicks shut behind him, with Breaking Dawn already blasting in the filming space.

Sucking in a deep breath, you don’t realise how hard your heart is thumping in your head until you hear your own shaky exhale. You don’t know where to look, you can still feel his grip on your waist and his breath on your upper lip, and everything’s just a mess right now.

What the Hell just happened?

“Eric - Dior Shirt Size M...” You mumble under your breath, fingers gripping the pen to the clipboard so hard, your writing would probably leave a mark in the sheet under.

“I think this is the last luggage!” Younghoon’s stylist drags the black case in, lining it up with the last unopened one. “Need help?”

“Yeah, just open the luggage for me and separate Sangyeon’s clothes from Jacob’s, but otherwise I can handle it on my own.”

She nods, laying it down and unzipping it for the clothes to spew out. “How’s working here? It’s been over a year, right?”

“Mhm,” You glance at her, obviously tired. “It’s alright, but thanks to your advice since last year, I don’t think it could’ve been better.”

With a kind smile, she looks up at you, placing Sangyeon’s pants over his stack. “You’re experienced from ATEEZ, so it wouldn’t have been that hard anyway.”

She stands, resting her hands on her hips as you walk over, squatting to check Sangyeon and Jacob’s clothes.

“So... what’s going on with you and Juyeon?”

I’d like to know too.

“Huh?” You look up at her, head tilted to the side with a sneaky cocked brow. “What do you mean?”

“Oh, please- All the stylists here know you and Juyeon are like- hanky panky nowadays. Pretty sure the boys know too, or at least have some idea.”

A cackle runs your throat dry as you graduate your attention to Jacob’s clothes. “Is that what they’re calling it? ‘Hanky-panky’? Cute.”

“Do you know why they’re still in a meeting this late?”

“No, why would I bother? As long as I don’t lose my job, it’s none of my concern.”

“They’re in meeting to be informed that their dating ban has been lifted.”

Your grip around the pen tightens, but halts abruptly.

“Ah...” She sighs, contemplated with herself. “Cat got your tongue? Or should I say... Juyeon got your-”

Interrupted by the practise room door being pushed open, both of your attentions immediately flit to the new commotion.

“Oh, Juyeon! Meeting’s over?”

“Yeah,” He turns and closes the door behind him. His hair was still waxed up from the day’s schedule, makeup still on but fading. Clothes snug around his shoulders with his belt tight around his hips. Those stupid jeans never did you any good since day 1. “Sangyeon said he left a ring in one of the luggages so he sent me to come get it while he counsels Kevin for twerking.”

“y/n’s just going through Sangyeon’s wardrobe, so she might find something,” Your colleague’s begun to take small, insignificant steps towards the door, and your anxiety begins to increase with every inch she places between the two of you.

“Which is why I’m here,” He stuffs his hands into his back pockets.

“Right, right,” Now, she’s already got her hand on the door knob, glancing past him and at you with wide, glistening eyes. “I gotta go check your wardrobe for tomorrow so... I’mma go now, and uh... security comes by around 12am. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

“What-” You blurt out, receiving a sharp, surprised look from Juyeon.

“Bye! Bye Juyeon!”

“Bye,” He waves.

“No, wait-”

And so, the door clicks shut behind her, and her shadow behind the translucent material disappears down the corridor.

The whir of the air-conditioner in the practice room fills all the awkward openings in the room, but all you can hear is the rapid thunk of your heart in your brain - as if that was even possible.

Thunkthunkthunkthunkthunkthunkthunkthunkthunkthunkthunkthunkthunk

“About earlier today-”

“Give me a moment while I look for Sangyeon’s ring. What does it look like?” Standing up too fast, your vision goes white and a second of dizziness throws you off your balance.

So, of course, Juyeon rushes over and holds you by your waist before your ankles or knees give way. The incessant blinking makes you wish you could actually pass out right now, because your weight’s in his arms and you can’t bring yourself to look him in the eye.

“Iron deficiency much?” The corner of his lips curl up into his cheek before releasing you. “Do you need to sit down?”

Clearing your throat, you turn away first. “No, I-”

“Good, because I have some points to make and you’re gonna stop running away from them like you’re doing now.”

The change in tone runs chills down your spine and goosebumps erupt all over your skin - thank god you were wearing a blazer, safe from his observation.

“How have you tolerated it so much?” He folds his arms across his chest, tilting his head innocently but his eyes say otherwise. It’s always his eyes that tell a whole different story from the person he’s known to be.

“Y’know, being around me but you’re so calm and collected and I just...” He shakes his head, and to your dismay, takes a step forward - which drives you backwards. “How?”

His voice is too sing-songy. It’s too calm and collected for you because you’re about to barf up your dinner, which was a good 4 hours ago now. There’s nothing left in your stomach to barf up.

He takes another intimidating step and you wince at your inability to look him in the eye.

Another step back.

“Like, I know we’re friends but my God-” Shaking his head, he sinks his teeth into his bottom lip.

Another step forward. Another backward.

“It’s upsetting that I can look ‘raunchy’ and it doesn’t seem to do anything to you... But seeing you the way you are every other day makes me want to- just-”

Another step forward.

One more one back.

And your breath halts.

Your back hits the wall, the rear of your skull lined with the pillar.

Oh, no.

Gritting your teeth so tight, your jaw starts to ache and your temples are throbbing.

“I’m not seeing things, right?” A flicker of curiosity sparkles in his eyes when you muster up the courage to look at him - only to regret it instantly. “It’s not in my head that you feel the same way I do, right?”

“I... Don’t know what you’re talking about- You’re an idol... and I’m- I’m just your stylist and I-”

“‘Just my stylist’?” The comment forces his brows into a slight frown, before he lifts his hand and covers the bottom half of his face with his palm. “Rethink what you just said.”

Sucking in a deep breath, your chest wells with a horrid mix of desire and self-discipline. Those two don’t go well together.

“We can talk about this some other day,” You choose to say, dragging your body along the pillar in a bid to shift out from the wall-Juyeon sandwich like a fool. He lifts his arm and presses his palm into the pillar behind you, caging your poor, poor soul in this fateful corner of his stupid practice room.

“Juyeon, we need... boundaries in this industry. One scandal and it’ll destroy your career.”

“Boundaries?” He buckles his elbows, shrinking the gap between your noses. “Boundaries are for idols who still have a dating ban.”

Breathing down your nose, he’s too close for comfort. You can smell his cologne, the scent of his hair wax and see the bumps on his cheek under the faint layer of makeup. You don’t realise you’re trembling until he tilts his head ever so slightly, free hand reaching up to your chin to steady your face.

“Stop running from me,” Shaking his head painstakingly subtly, he whispers into your lips. “You were mine from the start and you know that.”

The adrenaline rush through your nerves sets off fireworks all over you when he slots his body against yours, lips fitted with yours like puzzle pieces; against the wall, with his palms on your cheeks. There was no care or consideration with how much strength he was channeling into this kiss - it feels so pent-up, so frustrated. Without warning, your body resigns as you circle your arms around his shoulders.

Gripping the rim of his collar in your hands, his hands drop to your waist and holds you closer, if it were even possible. A million thoughts race through your head - and at the same time, none. This moment was something you didn’t even know you needed.

Juyeon’s hands roam the small of your back as he keeps you against the wall, relaxing into the kiss and sighing into it instead.

This bliss comes in the form of him. Him who provides you all the sinful wants deep down inside you.

But this bliss doesn’t last, for the practice room door swings open violently and tears Juyeon off you.

“I told you to find my ring, not hook up with your crush!”

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julek · 4 years ago

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Idk if this counts as a poem but "Falling" by Harry Styles + Geraskier?no modern AU, if possible, please 💕

"They're about me."

Jaskier looks up, left eyebrow raised.

"The songs," Geralt continues, quietly. "They're about me."

Of course, Jaskier wants to say, of course they are. Of course you're only realizing this after twenty years of having known me. Instead, he smiles, a fragile thing.

"I've got a vast collection, Geralt," he says around a tight smile. "You'll need to be more specific."

Geralt shifts in his place, visibly uncomfortable. It's been a weird day — tragically, comically, Jaskier isn't sure — after all. He's once again sitting across from Geralt, watching as his amber gaze is directed at anything but him, his movements shy and cautious — vulnerable, almost. The wolf has finally unhinged its jaw.

Geralt clicks his tongue. "The ones... right after. The ones I wasn't here for."

Oh. Those, he means. the ones about falling into his own demise, chasing a storm that wasn't his, the imaginary planks he'd been walking on disappearing into thin air. The ones about neither leaving nor staying, being suspended in time instead, a murderous mountain and a rock to push up its trail, a myth of his own make.

Jaskier sighs. "They are."

He'd sung all afternoon to be allowed to sleep in the barkeep's hayloft. It's a cramped space, but there are miles between them, even if they're huddled around Jaskier's waning oil lamp. The light flickers over Geralt's face, shadows dancing over his features. There's a look in his eyes that Jaskier can't quite place, can't determine whether it's defeat or anger, resignation or just plain exhaustion. It scares him, the possibility that this is it — that after months and months of wondering, of subconsciously wandering around crowded market stalls and scanning tavern rooms, of feeling angry and disappointed and sad, that this is all there is. That there's simply nothing left to be said.

That it was all for nothing.

Finally, after staring at every single plank and rafter, Geralt looks at him.

"You know," he says, his tone lighter, fonder. "I didn't notice, at first. It was Ciri who pointed it out." He smiles. "You'd like her— she knows her metric and rhymes."

Jaskier can't help the way his lips curl around a smile at the mention of her name. "You found her."

Geralt nods, looking so wistful that if it weren't for their current circumstances, Jaskier would tease him relentlessly. "She found me, I think." He looks at his hands. "Much like you did."

The casual admission breaks Jaskier's heart, tearing so deep that he can't help but feel that unresolved anger come back to him. It shouldn't have happened like this.

"Why are you here, Geralt?" he snaps, and he knows there's venom in his words, but he just can't help it. "You don't get to, to— to come back to me out of the blue and just— just play catch-up like it's been just another winter apart." He looks around, feeling the hurt constricting his chest. "You don't get to just come and, and act like— like we're friends." His voice cracks, small. "It's not fair."

Jaskier breathes in. His tone is even, monotone. "You don't get to keep me in the dark for twenty years about how you really feel about me," he says, "and come back pretending it never happened."

It's silent in the hayloft, and Jaskier can feel his own heart hammering against his chest. He knows Geralt can hear it too.

"Jask," Geralt says, his voice so soft and small and pleading, it makes Jaskier want to cry. He stretches his arm, his hand barely grazing Jaskier's, and looks into his eyes. "I'm sorry."

Jaskier says nothing, but allows Geralt to thread their fingers together.

"I'm sorry for what I said to you," Geralt says after a moment. "It wasn't fair to you. It was a lie, you were never—" He cuts himself off, frustrated. Jaskier squeezes his hand. "You were never a curse. You were one of the only good things I'd ever had in my life."

"But you sent me away," Jaskier whispers, his voice broken.

Geralt closes his eyes. "It was a mistake," he replies. "You were there, and I— it was the easy road. And I took it." He opens his eyes, and they're sincere and hopeful when he whispers, "And I'm sorry."

Jaskier sighs and leans his head onto Geralt's shoulder. He's so tired. "I forgive you," he murmurs, because how could he not, looking at their joined hands in the low light.

"I came here," Geralt says, his breath tickling Jaskier's hair, "because I don't want to be without you."

Jaskier turns, and they're very close now, Geralt's face a breath away. "Geralt," he warns, but he feels hope blooming dangerously in his chest.

"I mean it," Geralt says, and presses his forehead against Jaskier's. "I can't stand the quiet."

Jaskier smiles, unsure. "Thought that was all you were looking for."

Geralt's finger traces circles on Jaskier's skin, his other hand coming up to rest on his cheek. It's warm, despite the cold wind blowing outside. "I was wrong," he admits.

Jaskier looks into Geralt's eyes, then hides his face in the crook of his neck. "It'll take time," he murmurs. "I don't—"

"I know," Geralt says, rubbing a hand down Jaskier's back. "I understand."

"But I want to," Jaskier replies, pulling back. "I do."

Geralt smiles, presses a kiss to Jaskier's forehead. Jaskier stays in his arms for a while, listening to the slow beating of his heart. Gods, how he'd missed him. That comforting smell of leather, and horse, and just a tiny hint of onion. Jaskier breathes it all in, and, for a second, he can stop worrying about the next minute, can quieten all the noise in his brain.

"You know," he says, and Geralt makes a curious hmm that makes him laugh. "They're also about you, the, uh— the other songs. The ones before."

"Oh."

"I thought you knew," Jaskier says, huffing a laugh. "I wasn't exactly trying to hide it."

Geralt's arms tighten around him, and he feels him nuzzle at his neck. "Could you tell me, again?"

Jaskier smiles.

#mywriting #i hope you like it!!!! i loved writing it <3 #geraskier fic #hurt/comfort #answered #anonymous #geralt x jaskier

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reidsnose · 4 years ago

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Young and Beautiful

overview: spencer and reader spend the day together and feel like little kids again

genre: fluff

a/n: ok i think this concept is so cute but i feel like i wrote it dumb LMAO but its fine i'm excited tho lmk if y'all like it at all :)

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the setting sun peaked through the trees as you and Spencer walked around aimlessly. it wasn't often that you had days off, let alone enough to spend together. and the city was curiously empty, the usual bustle of the day having died down by evening. most people are itching to go home on a random Wednesday night.

"i really don't like the look of those clouds y/n." Spencer warned, pointing towards a large, dark gray cloud.

"i already told you i checked the weather and they said no rain!" you countered, though you had to admit the cloud looked pretty hefty. "it will probably just pass us over."

he hummed a hesitant agreement and carried on with the conversation you two were having. you looked around as the two of you talked, taking in the peace of the moment. the light breeze, the the hum of distant cars as you neared a park, the way the sunlight sparkled in Spencer's eyes as he talked, a golden tint covering the world around you.

he watched you soaking up the beauty around you, wondering if you ever saw your own. you were truly the most beautiful person alive. inside and out. he smiled to himself as your eyes lingering on the empty playground.

"you wanna go to the playground?" he asked, your eyes lighting up.

"is that weird? like were fully adults why is that twisty slide calling my name?" you giggled.

in a surge of confidence, he grabbed your hand and started running towards the playground with you, the rouge on your cheeks masked by the flush of a quick run. when he was around you, he felt like a kid again. you did too.

you tried not to think about how your hand tingled from holding his. it was only a couple of seconds and probably meant nothing, but you couldn't shed that wonderful feeling.

you guys raced to the slide, giggling like a bunch of school kids at recess. he beat you to the twisty slide, climbing quickly to the top and sliding down head first right off the end. you followed immediately after, arms stretched in front of you like superman and landing on the floor next to him.

"God, this reminds me of making a 'best friend' every time i went to the playground as a kid," you laughed, standing up and offering him a hand.

"cant say i relate to that," he chuckled, grabbing your outstretched hand and hoisting himself off the ground, sending a surge of electricity through his veins.

"oh come on! you never met another kid at the park and you two swore to be best friends forever and then never saw each other again?"

"nope," he replied, popping the p, "i didn't go to the playground much when i was little, nor was i the most sociable kid."

"hmm..." you hummed, "well i think you need to experience that."

he chuckled, but this time it was your turn to grab his hand and lead him somewhere. you two ran to get under the jungle gym, his long legs struggling to fit underneath.

"what are we doing under here?" he laughed, grunting as he pulled on his legs so he could sit criss cross.

"you're making your first ever playground best friend." you answered simply, sticking out your pinky. "do you...state your full name.."

"Spencer Walter Reid." he laughed, looping his pinky with yours.

"do you Spencer Walter Reid pinky promise that we will be best friends forever and ever?" you asked, trying hard to keep a straight face and failing miserably.

"i do." he answered, shaking your intertwined pinkies up and down after he was met with silence.

"ok now ask me," you whispered.

"do you...state your full name.." he echoed.

"y/f/n." you giggled.

"do you y/f/n pinky promise that we will be best friends forever and ever?" he asked, stifling a smile.

"i do." you answered, pinkies still linked in front of you.

"ok now what?" he whispered.

"by the power vested in me by this playground, i now pronounce us best friends forever. we may now kiss our thumbs." you announced.

he laughed confused and you both leaned in, pecking your own thumbs on the pinky promise hand, only the distance of your linked hands between your lips.

he blurted a fact on the history of kissing, how it was used in the olden days to seal the deal. he also mentioned how all the pinky promises he's ever done never involved him kissing his thumb, you laughed and said that it must be a Vegas thing.

you two used just about every piece of playground equipment, truly feeling like little kids again. giggling and screaming and being immature, your inner children completely taking over.

a clap of thunder interrupted you two while taking turns jumping off of the swings. your eyes grew wide as you looked at each other, recalling how you swore it wasn't going to rain.

just as you opened your mouth to say it still might not rain, it started absolutely pouring. the both of you were drenched in seconds, grabbing haphazardly onto eachothers hands and breaking out into a sprint, running as fast as both of you could in the direction of Spencer's apartment (which was much closer than yours).

but he did not have the long distance endurance, and to be honest neither did you and after a few minutes of running, you guys were still about half a mile away, huffing and puffing and soaking wet.

Spencer wasn't sure if most of his breath was lost from running, or from holding onto you this long. maybe a mix of both?

"lets just walk! were soaked already so who cares!" he shouted over the pitter patter of the storm, still hand and hand with you.

"who are you and what have you done with Spencer," you laughed, lifting your joined hands above you and twirling underneath.

he only chuckled a response, this time he lifted your intertwined hands allowing you to twirl again, humming a classical piece horribly off key.

the two of you started dancing down the sidewalk, spinning and jumping and swaying and leaping and laughing til you could barely stand. his lanky limbs flying left and right as you took turns humming different styles of music, even opting for an Irish jig at one point. and all in the pouring rain.

this was arguably the most fun either of you had ever had and we all know what happens to time when you're enjoying yourself. before you knew it you guys had arrived at his apartment.

water dripped from the both of you as you ran up the stairs, slipping and sliding all over the place.

"let me give you some of my clothes to change into so you don't have to drive home all soaked," he offered, unlocking the door and beckoning you to come inside.

"thanks bestie," you giggled, suppressing a shiver as you stepped inside.

he grabbed two towels, handing you one as you followed him into his room and watched him searching his dresser for something to give you.

he gave you a pair of sweatpants and told you to pick any sweater you wanted, causing you both to turn a deep shade of red as you realized you were sharing clothes.

he grabbed some clothes for himself and went to go change in the bathroom, letting you use his bedroom for more privacy. it was always the little things he did for you that made your heart burst.

you pulled his sweater over your head, taking in the smell of him that lingered on it. you smiled to yourself as you did, realizing you're already close enough with him to recognize it.

you finished changing and walked out of his room, seeing him reading on his couch, lounging in comfy clothes.

the sight of you in his clothes left him speechless, he imagined if you two were dating this might be a common occurrence. he shook his head of the thought and stood up as you offered him a smile, grabbing your keys off of the counter.

"thank you for today Spencer, it was.." you looked up at him trying not to get lost in his eyes, "..so much fun."

"thank you for making me feel like a kid again, there aren't many people who can do that. i don't know what i would do without you" he smiled, stepping slightly closer to you.

you couldn't believe your ears, or what was about to come toppling out of your mouth. he was just being so sweet and sentimental, your brain short circuited.

"love you forever." you blurted, feeling heat rise to your cheeks.

to your surprise (and delight), he stuck out his pinky, which you gladly looped with your own.

"love you more." he professed, leaning in to kiss his thumb.

him admitting this gave you an incredible rush of confidence and as you both went in to seal the deal of the pinky promise, you tightened your pinky with his and pulled your hands down, pecking his lips with your own.

it was a quick kiss but you still felt like you were on top of the world.

Spencer barely had time to process what had happened before it was already over. he couldn't believe it. the perfect kiss with the most perfect girl and he nearly missed it.

he pulled you back for one more, slightly longer kiss, just to make sure. you both smiled into it, floating around on cloud nine.

you pulled away and smiled widely at his lovesick face before giving a small wave and walking out the door, scampering down the stairs and out to your parked car.

he snapped out of his daze and ran to the window, waving goodbye to you with the worlds dopiest smile on his face. it dropped suddenly as he realized he never truly asked you out on a date.

"y/n!" he called from the window. you looked back up at him and waved, "do you wanna go out this weekend?"

you laughed before calling back at him, "its a date!"

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